I have arrived, in the land of BBQ and Razorbacks. The journey was interesting to say the least. Filled with peril, hippies, and bad gas station food at every corner of the trip. Somewhere in the middle of Texas I met a girl named Heather, we will call her Granola Heather though, due to the fact that she both smelled like and was eating granola bars. She shared her thoughts on her screen play she was writing, as well as why people should grow there own food and live communally.
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(Girl that looks uncannily similar to Granola Heather)
After speaking with Heather, whom I presume was in a drug induced trance the majority of the time we spoke we went further east. Around 300 or 400 miles later we stopped gassed up and got some food... From a gas station! Biggest mistake of the day.
(Gas Station Disaster)
After the bad food, drugged up hippies, and a thousand miles we have made it. Now, the fun begins.
That's all for today, Thanks for reading.
Today's song of the day.
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