While driving through Louisiana yesterday, we stopped for gas. Being in LSU territory, I didn't really think much about the name of this gas station/truck stop - I just thought it was a name. Not that a literal tiger would be living at this gas station on the side of this Louisiana interstate. We drove past his cage. I didn't have the heart to look for him, as he must have been inside his wooden enclosure in the heat of the Louisiana afternoon sun.
My feelings, my instincts, were reviled at this. My kids asked to go see the tiger, I would not let them. How could I, when the very air felt wrong to me? Everywhere, there were, "Save our tiger" petitions. Because state wildlife conservation groups have evidently been working on taking the tiger away.
It made me nauseated. It felt wrong. I'm still bothered by it, a day later. I googled the truck stop, even on the road again right now.
http://www.tigertruckstop.com/
And because I'm on the road and can't embed well etc, you can click the link. Tell me what you think?

Does Tony the tiger need to be rescued from the truck stop? Or is it a harmless interstate landmark and family pet?

Number one, you should know before we begin that Josh made me a huge effing alcoholic drink that I drank. All of. Therefore, I'm officially B.U.I. Blogging Under the Influence. Here are my confessions and things I need to say.

HAPPY NAUGHTY BIRTHDAY, JOHNNY! I should tag you so you see this, since I'm pretty sure you read via subs, sneaky boy. @amateurprose

Hey, I committed a crime tonight. I stole a dvd from Walmart. It was on accident, and isn't even a good fucking dvd. It is entirely in Spanish. Note: I speak English, not Spanish. Bad steal! And it was an accident. It was between two storage bins, which we never separated until we got home. Oops.

Also, have you ever felt like the less attractive partner in a relationship? It's a complex feeling. A mix of pride, like, hey, I got that! And, oh shit, eventually he'll realize I'm not at his attractiveness level. Shit.

Did I mention I've been drinking? Hard? Like a pirate? Rum? You would, too, given my gd circumstances.

Life is falling apart. Ignore it. Keep walking. Eventually, you will pass the Swamps of Sadness.