I hope John Roberts can't watch the NFL playoff games today because he has explosive diarrhea.
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As he wanders around downtown Kansas City near the bus station, trying to remain anonymous and wondering what to do next, #IHopeJohnRoberts has trouble finding a motel or hotel that will accept him without showing ID or leaving a credit card and therefore creating a record that would lead to him being discovered and his adventure cut short, and when he finally does find one that will take cash without ID, the room smells funny and once he's inside and unpacking he realizes that in every hidden place, behind the curtains, on the shower rail, in the closet, under the bed, even tucked into the Gideon bible at John 3:16 like a bookmark for God's sake, the proprietor has hidden those little pine tree-shaped automotive air fresheners, which end up making the room reek like a forest had a baby with mothballs, and because he has no choice he stays there anyway but as he falls asleep tonight he wonders how long ago someone died in that room and how long it had taken before they were discovered and whether the owners had replaced the carpet and mattress or just cleaned them.
#IHopeJohnRoberts's ridiculously low-rent motel room in K.C. is right next to a large Black Baptist church that holds its first Sunday service at 6 a.m., and also that his room has no air conditioning so he slept with his window open, and the gorgeous but very loud and very awake choir got him up bright and early so he thought what the hell, threw on clothes, stepped over the crushed dead rat on the threshold of his room without noticing it, and went and sat in the back of the church, where people gave him puzzled smiles at his whiteness and stranger-ness and casual clothes, but still seemed nice, and all through the service he just quietly thought about things, left $20 in the distribution, and then quietly slipped out at the end.
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#IHopeJohnRoberts's ridiculously low-rent motel room in K.C. is right next to a large Black Baptist church that holds its first Sunday service at 6 a.m., and also that his room has no air conditioning so he slept with his window open, and the gorgeous but very loud and very awake choir got him up bright and early so he thought what the hell, threw on clothes, stepped over the crushed dead rat on the threshold of his room without noticing it, and went and sat in the back of the church, where people gave him puzzled smiles at his whiteness and stranger-ness and casual clothes, but still seemed nice, and all through the service he just quietly thought about things, left $20 in the distribution, and then quietly slipped out at the end.
As he continues walking around Kansas City with absolutely no purpose besides just being, #IHopeJohnRoberts hears a garbage truck rumbling and clattering on the next block, which reminds him of how homely and comforting it used to feel to be in his own home cozy in bed with his wife and hearing the early garbage truck come to take away whatever was unwanted and unneeded in their life, and he suddenly is struck by a tsunami of homesickness and loneliness and has to duck into an alley and slide down a wall until he is seated on the dirty ground with his knees pulled up protectively around his bowed head, just weathering the wave of unexpected and poignant emotion.
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As he continues walking around Kansas City with absolutely no purpose besides just being, #IHopeJohnRoberts hears a garbage truck rumbling and clattering on the next block, which reminds him of how homely and comforting it used to feel to be in his own home cozy in bed with his wife and hearing the early garbage truck come to take away whatever was unwanted and unneeded in their life, and he suddenly is struck by a tsunami of homesickness and loneliness and has to duck into an alley and slide down a wall until he is seated on the dirty ground with his knees pulled up protectively around his bowed head, just weathering the wave of unexpected and poignant emotion.
After he recovers from his unexpected bout of nostalgia and loneliness, #IHopeJohnRoberts notices that right next to where he's sitting on the ground in the filthy Kansas City alley is yet another dead rat, and although he has no idea whether it is one of the weirdly crushed rats that kept showing up on his doorstep back home and that Scalia and Thomas threatened him with that one weird day in his chambers after he voted against Trump that time, or is just a typical random big city alleyway dead rat, he nevertheless briefly wonders what he possibly could have done to constantly be troubled by dead rats, but he can't think of anything he's ever actually done wrong (despite what his priest, children, and wife have tried to tell him), so he sets that troubling thought aside, gets up, and continues walking down the sidewalk, just another privileged white man blithely exploring the inner city like he's a tourist in the Global South or something.
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After he recovers from his unexpected bout of nostalgia and loneliness, #IHopeJohnRoberts notices that right next to where he's sitting on the ground in the filthy Kansas City alley is yet another dead rat, and although he has no idea whether it is one of the weirdly crushed rats that kept showing up on his doorstep back home and that Scalia and Thomas threatened him with that one weird day in his chambers after he voted against Trump that time, or is just a typical random big city alleyway dead rat, he nevertheless briefly wonders what he possibly could have done to constantly be troubled by dead rats, but he can't think of anything he's ever actually done wrong (despite what his priest, children, and wife have tried to tell him), so he sets that troubling thought aside, gets up, and continues walking down the sidewalk, just another privileged white man blithely exploring the inner city like he's a tourist in the Global South or something.
#IHopeJohnRoberts thinks maybe he'll walk from downtown Kansas City towards the Missouri River, but he gets slightly disoriented and finds himself walking east instead of north, and as he crosses under the freeway a pigeon shits on his head.
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@Tooden@aus.social Patience, brother, patience.
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#IHopeJohnRoberts thinks maybe he'll walk from downtown Kansas City towards the Missouri River, but he gets slightly disoriented and finds himself walking east instead of north, and as he crosses under the freeway a pigeon shits on his head.
Update: when he reached up to see what had landed on his head, he also got pigeon shit on his sleeve, and it's not like he has a washing machine or spare clothes handy on his cross-country Greyhound bus trip. #IHopeJohnRoberts
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Update: when he reached up to see what had landed on his head, he also got pigeon shit on his sleeve, and it's not like he has a washing machine or spare clothes handy on his cross-country Greyhound bus trip. #IHopeJohnRoberts
#IHopeJohnRoberts enjoyed "On the Road" more than he expected, and so when he saw a used bookstore as he was walking through K.C. he stopped to see if they had any more Kerouac but the proprietor said no, sorry, but some AI company had bought out all their Beat-era literature to scan and destroy.
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#IHopeJohnRoberts enjoyed "On the Road" more than he expected, and so when he saw a used bookstore as he was walking through K.C. he stopped to see if they had any more Kerouac but the proprietor said no, sorry, but some AI company had bought out all their Beat-era literature to scan and destroy.
@msbellows So thy buy multiple copies?
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@msbellows So thy buy multiple copies?
@geonz This bookstore owner only gets one copy of each book, to increase the diversity of his offerings.
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#IHopeJohnRoberts enjoyed "On the Road" more than he expected, and so when he saw a used bookstore as he was walking through K.C. he stopped to see if they had any more Kerouac but the proprietor said no, sorry, but some AI company had bought out all their Beat-era literature to scan and destroy.
As he continues strolling aimlessly down urban #KansasCity streets, occasionally trying to rub the pigeon crap off his sleeve but forgetting that there's also some still in his hair, #IHopeJohnRoberts remembers that he's missing his nephew's wedding and hopes they aren't missing him too much. (They aren't.)
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As he continues strolling aimlessly down urban #KansasCity streets, occasionally trying to rub the pigeon crap off his sleeve but forgetting that there's also some still in his hair, #IHopeJohnRoberts remembers that he's missing his nephew's wedding and hopes they aren't missing him too much. (They aren't.)
As he continues walking down dirty city streets, #IHopeJohnRoberts discovers a hole in the sole of one of his shoes.
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As he continues walking down dirty city streets, #IHopeJohnRoberts discovers a hole in the sole of one of his shoes.
#IHopeJohnRoberts steps in a dirty puddle with the shoe with a hole in the sole.
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#IHopeJohnRoberts steps in a dirty puddle with the shoe with a hole in the sole.
#IHopeJohnRoberts is still just walking down the street thinking his own thoughts when an unmarked white van rolls slowly by and two guys who seem to be wearing some sort of web gear look out the window at him and he realizes they might be ICE and suddenly panics that if they stop and demand to see his ID they'll realize who he is and then people will come and drag him back to DC and make him be Chief Justice again.
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#IHopeJohnRoberts is still just walking down the street thinking his own thoughts when an unmarked white van rolls slowly by and two guys who seem to be wearing some sort of web gear look out the window at him and he realizes they might be ICE and suddenly panics that if they stop and demand to see his ID they'll realize who he is and then people will come and drag him back to DC and make him be Chief Justice again.
#IHopeJohnRoberts gets soaked in a brief morning thundershower then has to walk around the rest of the day in damp clothes that never quite dry in K.C.'s high humidity, and his crotch rot starts to return.
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#IHopeJohnRoberts gets soaked in a brief morning thundershower then has to walk around the rest of the day in damp clothes that never quite dry in K.C.'s high humidity, and his crotch rot starts to return.
@msbellows I’m glad you’ve paused him on his grand journey long enough to toss in a few everyday indignities.
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@msbellows I’m glad you’ve paused him on his grand journey long enough to toss in a few everyday indignities.
@Devils_Rancher honestly, I'm doing other stuff and don't have a strong vision at this point, so I just have him wandering around sort of like Dwight Schrute flying over Second Life with no destination.
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@Devils_Rancher honestly, I'm doing other stuff and don't have a strong vision at this point, so I just have him wandering around sort of like Dwight Schrute flying over Second Life with no destination.
@msbellows Stuck in a sort of purgatory works too.
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#IHopeJohnRoberts gets soaked in a brief morning thundershower then has to walk around the rest of the day in damp clothes that never quite dry in K.C.'s high humidity, and his crotch rot starts to return.
#IHopeJohnRoberts 's wet shoe starts giving him a blister.
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#IHopeJohnRoberts 's wet shoe starts giving him a blister.
As he's walking down a random street in downtown #KansasCity just east of US-71, contemplating his life choices and wishing his blister didn't hurt so much, #IHopeJohnRoberts unexpectedly gets slapped in the face by a thrown naan, as a broken baguette flops limply into the middle of the street beside him and a bunch of teenagers go "oh, shit!" and flee frantically down the fire escapes from a nearby roof. https://metalhead.club/@HailsandAles/117054979330660362
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As he's walking down a random street in downtown #KansasCity just east of US-71, contemplating his life choices and wishing his blister didn't hurt so much, #IHopeJohnRoberts unexpectedly gets slapped in the face by a thrown naan, as a broken baguette flops limply into the middle of the street beside him and a bunch of teenagers go "oh, shit!" and flee frantically down the fire escapes from a nearby roof. https://metalhead.club/@HailsandAles/117054979330660362
As he wanders aimlessly through downtown-adjacent #KansasCity neighborhoods nursing a holey shoe, a blister, and a cheek that smells like garlic naan, #IHopeJohnRoberts comes across a castle, an honest-to-God castle, with turrets and crenellations and everything, and wonders if the graffiti is historically accurate, the same way ancient Greek statues actually were colorfully painted. #KC
