NASCAR
I was at Circle K the other day. When I pulled up, a car with no hood pulled into the spot next to me. The driver gets out & the passenger climbs out the window and comments how, “This is less fun now that I’m sober.” I ask if it makes her feel like a NASCAR driver, it does. As the three of us enter the store I tell them, “If you really wanna feel like a NASCAR driver, you should pick up some Coors Light.” They both die laughing. Sure enough, after I’ve filled my Thirstbuster and am heading to the checkout counter, there’s an ice cold 18-pack of what else? Coors Light being scanned and paid for.
WTF?
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I recently decided to quit my job and begin traveling around these 50 states. How long I’ll be gone and where I’ll end up are as much a mystery to me as you. I do know that I love metropolis so I’m going to hit the big cities. With no real plan I throw caution to the wind and figure out where I fit in the grand scheme of things. Here is where you’ll find my progress and triumphs both inane and magnificent.
Up and Gone 