In 1984, just after getting my M.A. from Indiana University, I took a job in Hell-fer-Sartain, Texas.
I hated every minute of it, except for my Italian class and the few occasions when a well-hung redneck shared my bed.
On May 8th, 1985, I packed my stuff into my car -- actually, I threw most of it out in order to travel light -- dropped off the apartment key to my horrible illiterate landlord, and drove to the horrible campus of Longhorn State University, where I gave my last final exam to my last horrible class, graded it, and turned in the grade forms to the horrible department office. Then, at 3:05 pm, I walked out into the parking lot, got into my car, and drove.
The quickest route home took you through godforsaken Texas for five hours, and I wanted out as soon as possible. So I drove east for two hours, not stopping for food, gas, or bathroom breaks until I saw that "Welcome to Louisiana" sign, breathed deeply, and vowed never to set foot in Texas again
.
And I haven't.
I planned to drive the whole 20 hours home straight through, but I'd been up since before dawn grading papers and cleaning my apartment, so at around 12:30 am, I couldn't drive anymore. I stopped at a rest stop on Interstate 40, near Forrestville, Arkansas.
After an hour or so, I had to go to the bathroom. so I went into the little bathroom building, chose a stall, and and sat down. It had a glory hole looking directly into the next stall!
The full story, with nude photos and explicit sexual situations, is on Tales of West Hollywood.