Day 48: Food Goes In, Food Comes Out

The sun came out today. The Fool had breakfast at a truck stop near the nothing-town of Givens. Since the truck stop didn't have any hot food except the unappetizing gravy & biscuits, breakfast consisted of the much more tantalizing potato chips and a slim jim. A couple local stray dogs gathered around the Fool in hopes of obtaining some fallen chips.

6 miles later, the Fool had a Taco Bell lunch in Piketon. 2 miles later, the Fool got a mad case of diarrhea. Another 6 miles later, the Fool was feeling fine and hungry again and ate a nice chicken dinner at the small out-of-the-way Tom's Restaurant. While there, all the regulars started asking him questions about his walk. Finally, the Smith brothers said he could sleep in their barn which was another 5-6 miles down the highway.

5-6 miles later, the Fool entered the shabby barn and lay down on the hay for bed.