Part 3

Oh my damn...

It's been so long since I've updated this. I feel bad. Not for you guys. I could care less about you. I feel bad for me. Being as I have about a trillion entries to fill in before September.

But before I begin...

Last night, instead of writing a paper, I was at the Murat Theater watching the Black Crowes perform. They were great. They were awesome. They were right on time. They are one of THE greatest bands over the last twenty plus years. Steve Gorman is one of THE greatest drummer ever. And Chris and Rich Robinson are the absolute greatest brother-singer-guitarist ever conceived.

So where was I?

So I turned left.

The series of events that took place after I had made the left turn would essentially change part of my life. You see, when you're in a vehicle with three other people, and those three other people INCLUDING yourself are teenagers, you take in much more than you should.

Adults drive all stupid like. As if the destination is the only important part of the drive. We embraced our surrounding, though we were all in my big-ish truck. We also felt what was going on outside. It was beautiful that night. 68 degrees. No humidity. The sky was a little hazy, but the moon gave us light.

We took a bunch of back roads...and then some more back roads...which eventually lead us to...somewhere...

But it was Ryan, who finally said the one thing we all had on our minds. Road trip.
But he wasn't content on saying that we should just gear up and head across Indiana that night. No, because that would be silly.

It was then, that we began our planning of our Canada trip. Now when Ryan first mentioned a trip to Canada...I'm pretty sure I can speak of myself as well as Dustin and Dusty when I say WTF CANADA?!?!??!

But it was only for a second. It took one second for it to sound like a fucking great plan. So we discussed it. All the pros and cons. Actually...there were no cons. Everything sounded incredible.

Speaking of incredible.

At this pint, we're lost. Like...we may possibly be in another state...kinda lost. We finally found a gas station to score some drinks, as well as figuring out how the fig to get back home.

I asked the cashier...some beast of a lady. Ish. Whatever she was, where the Hell are we? She spewed off some jumble off letter and words and phrases. Essentially...she was saying the we were in Waverly, Indiana. And all we needed to do was take the interstate that was in front of the station, and that would lead us back home.

But that sounded EXTREMELY boring.

So we took some more back roads.

Yes. I am, indeed, turning this into four parts. Suck. It.

Part 2

I just wanna say a few things before I dive into Part 2.

1. My sister is great.
2. I get to see Guster in October.
3. !

I left off with myself, Dustin, Dusty, and Ryan in my truck, with me driving forward into some dark abyss.

It ended up being some parking lot, with random medians of trees, which eventually ended, and flourished with fields off grass, and a giant hill. That hill of which Dustin rolled down upon, only to reach the end where Dusty and I were waiting to kick the shit out of him, since he was so confuzzled from the roll downward.

We didn't. But it would have been funny as Hell.

It was beautiful. I was like...four in the morning maybe? I dunno. It was pretty fucking late. It wasn't to terribly hot outside, but muggy enough for the moon to cast a fuzzy light upon the fields. I felt like we were in a Zelda game of sorts. We went walking some ways, then decided to head back to my truck. It was getting late, and we all wanted to go home.

But as soon as my 199 Chevy Silverado revved up, I decided that we were NOT going home so soon. Yea, Dusty needed to go to his plato lab class the next morning...but that was unimportant to me.

Instead of turning left out of the dark abyss, I decided to swing a right. Just for funsies.

We ended up taking some back roads through some corn fields, where we ended up having to make a difficult decision.

Tracy Road.

We turn right onto Tracy Road, we go toward Greenwood, eventually leading us back home.

We turn left...and we get lost, thus leading on an adventure.

Oh yea.

I turned left.