Travelogue: Tennessee

I was somewhere around the National Forrest when the drugs began to take hold and I remember thinking something like "I wonder what would happen if Trump declared white South African farmers as a refugees..." And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around me and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour down Interstate-81 in the early morning hours...