The truck stop is not what it is today.  The beat of the drum has been thumping a different tune.  With our new owners almost everything is upside down.  We white folk haven't the slightest idea of what of what the fuck is going on.  I need to get to the fuck out now, but I'm not sure how I'm going to be able to hang at another place.  I hate this part of life the worst.  Changing the absolute core of my being into something else.  That is part of the big challenge I guess in regards to cooking but I've been brought up on so much tradition to do otherwise.  I'm so literally scared to death as to what the next day brings.