| Last day in CA + The Journey Begins |
| Here's my goofy mom, scrubbing the floors so the apartment would look good when we move out. I took this picture to prove that deep down inside, everyone is a goofball. |
| Me and my best buddy Craig, at my Uncle's house, the day before we left. Craig is understands that thumbs up is the best way to live life. |
| Took this one while stopped at a rest stop. I was resting at the time. This was right before we passed by the Joshua Tree National Park. Yeah, like that U2 album. I saw a couple of those trees. Silly things, they told me some pretty weird things, I just figured they were joshing me. |
| My other buddy, big Steve. I've worked my entire life to see eye to eye with him, but I think I fell short. |
| When we left Cali, we drove east, through these massive fields of windmills, that kinda reminded me of the Matrix, like that part where the machines grew humans. I thought that those windmills on top of the hill were like monsters, perched up there waiting for their next meal. That cloud kinda looks like an angel, or Jesus or something. That guy's always watching out for us. Glad he's my buddy, Christ. |
| More windmills. This kinda stuff would never work in Wisconsin. We're way too weak to do cool stuff like this. |
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| This is gonna get repetitive, but repetition is great for the memory. Not that I really want you to remember this. Cool clouds (that's what I'm all about, as you will soon see) and more of those Matrix-machine-growing-windmilly-things. Flying saucers and stuff. Like Roswell. |