Take these broken wings and learn to fly.

I'm committing geographic suicide.
I'm slicing myself into three even parts with the dangerous dagger of driving.
My car told me--no joke--the other day:
"Yum. Yum. Give me gas. Yum. Yum."
It scared me.
I mean, my car doesn't talk to me very often; but when it does, it is terrifying.
Bah, I'm getting off topic.
Anyway, on the subject again...
Boone.
Wilkesboro.
Salisbury.
Me.
Lots of transportation.
One tired little man.
God have mercy on my soul.