What a fuckin' night, man.
I went back (alone) to this blues dive I got dragged to last night, to listen to some more music without distractions. Toughed it out through a few waves of incredibly obnoxious college chicks who attacked the place a little after midnight, and could care less about the actual music. Ended up staying there until around 2:30 or so, when the band finished and I decided to head home. For some reason all the ramps to 75 were shut down, so I had to make my way through the ragged-ass ATL backroads to get back over to 85. Along the way on a pitch black road I hit some kind of debris, who the fuck knows what, and completely trashed my front right tire. I pull over and actually manage to change it out for the spare with essentially no light. Start driving again, STILL FUCKIN FLAT?! Decide to take the chances on fucking up the spare tire too and go a few more blocks to find a gas station, pull in to fill up the spare, and I find out there is no goddamn valve stem in the spare tire. What. The. Fuck? So there I am sitting stuck at this gas station in the middle of Atlanta, half an hour from home, past 3 in the morning, and I've got to spend forever on the phone trying to find someone who will pick up and be able to give me a ride back.
Meh.