On the Road...

Somewhere around St. Louis I realized my most marketable skills were making milkshakes and asking "would you like your burger medium or rare?". A frightening few moments, indeed. But Route 66 was fairly distracting despite miles upon miles of corn fields. On Day Four we hit the all important fork in the road. A very important decision had to be made... The Grand Canyon or Las Vegas.

While driving toward the "left coast" seemed an aimless endeavor, the current choice was clear. Sprung from the cage of conventional behavior, I was on my way to Las Vegas.

Los Angeles could wait a couple of days. I was 21 and everything would be just fine.