I don’t care what anyone says. Texas is full of fat women with dyed blonde hair and construction. Houston may be the worst city on Earth, outside of Detroit.
Austin was a neat town. I found an A&W restaurant, and the tap root beer was ace.
I stayed at a hostel just south of the river. I met some cool kids from around the world there, and one night we headed down to 6th Street. Shenanigans abound.
There’s another story that happened here, which I will reveal at a later date.
The next night, I made it to a Super Smash Bros. Brawl tournament at a newly opened Play ‘N Trade. Little did I know when I entered, most of these guys knew each other and traveled around the state playing in various tournaments. I did pretty well. I made it to the third round and lost to one of the veterans, but he was real cool because he lent me his controller. And, I must say, it was a wicked close match between his Metaknight and my Snake. It was double elimination, so I was sent to the loser’s bracket, which I eventually won, and worked my way back into the overall semifinals. Another player’s Snake snakedashed the shit out of my Snake, so I was done for.
My last stop in Austin was their botanic gardens. Unsurprisingly, they had an abundance of cacti on display. Here’s something a bit prettier:
I continued my travels through Texas and posted up in a town called Junction. On the way there, the brilliant intellect was revealed to me through this simple road sign:
I was finally done with Texas. I took my world tour to New Mexico, where I saw some things I had never seen before.
So far, I am enjoying New Mexico. I’ve been to the Carlsbad Caverns (twice), picked up DJ Grand, and am fully on my way to destroying the state’s sewer system, one toilet at a time.








