2/1/24 Pelahatchie, Mississippi

Left Jackson with $34 and a headache. The shower head screamed the entire time it was in use and the pillows were rocks. Today I can’t tell which part of my head hurts the most. I’m going to start bringing a travel pillow of my own on the road. Some sort of consistent comfort that also reminds me of home. And is a little more sanitary. I had a nice conversation with the front desk worker at check out about water bottles. I’m traveling with my gallon Yeti jug (given to me for work, I can’t afford my own) and he had a 3/4 gallon he showed me. He asked my business out this way and I told him I was a comedian. He was blown away. I think I was the first he’d ever met. He asked who my favorite comedian was and who I thought was the greatest was. And he knew none of my answers. Sometimes the things you give a shit about mean nothing to someone else. Or nothing to them. And I love that. I love no feeling the weight of performance and knowledge when I don’t seek it. Here I was, talking to someone that didn’t know me or the who’s who. He knew Red Foxx and he knew I had a bigger water bottle than him.