Day 148

I drove for almost 9 hours strait today while the Italian took photos of himself in the passenger seat and ate all the red vines. Uhh what's wrong with this picture? 

I've always hated driving. I'm a road hazard. I can't read a map. I don't know east from west (sometimes not even right from left). And I don't even know where the button to pop the hood is, or what the fuck is under it.

But something happened on this trip! I LOVE DRIVING. I think I owe it all to my iPOD and GPS and frustrated international driver...

"Why people [drivers] says to me all the time 'fuck you'?"

Later...

Me (at a light when he was driving in LA): Skoot up.

Him: What 'skoot up' means?

Me: OMG stop asking questions just DO IT!

I got off and on highways like it was nobody's business. I merged. I passed semis on a one lane highway. I DROVE AROUND A STEEP AND WIND-Y ASS MOUNTAIN IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE FOR 3 HOURS IN THE PITCH BLACK!!! While singing loudly and off tune. 

I've turned a new leaf. And it feels damn good.