every problem is expanded and simplified on the road simultaneously. rinsing and repeating the same formula grandpa did but plum full of carbonated beverages. Hes 90 now and “terrible”. You will forever be with me.
The mix of fear and adventure
Driving through the night blasting your music with the windows cracked open just enough for the cold breeze to swipe against your face while having the car heater set on your hands and feet, smoking j after j to keep you up while you let the random thoughts come and go from your stupid little head. Practicing pushing the unproductive thoughts away. Very hard for me, they get stuck all the time, but I WILL keep practicing
you are asking for the moon, my friend.
a road trip is no time to be particularly selective about what goes into your body. road trips are for expired gas station pop tarts leaching down dry throats, bleached from the palate by overpriced mineral water and cigarettes. you will always be slightly over- or underdressed for the climate. the company will drive you up the wall at one hour or another, no matter how deeply you care for them. “not to sweet, not too dry, not too salty?” you will find that the sweet shall be sweet, the dry shall be dry, the salty shall be salty irrespective of your wishes, and this is as it should be.
