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i wrote some words and took some pictures in the last 24 hours. let's take a look:







weirdest wendy's experience ever





the words.

illinois.
a very short story.

there's a certain level of excitement that just can't be stopped from showing itself. the first road trip. our parents had loaded us up with snacks, small change and hugs. it felt like we were embarking on this romantic adventure. we were adventurers. of course ten hours, and two states isn't that much of an adventure, but you couldn't of convinced that to us. we were young, and invincible. we were alive. we loaded up the ship and kissed our mom's goodbye. i sat behind the wheel of this Volkswagen Vessel. our maps had been charted and the bottle had been broken. my first mate gave me the signal, and with the fury of ten monsoons, i launched us into first gear. i'll never forget the beautiful sound of grinding metal, excited chatter and AM radio, all blended into one. our minds raced at the thought of Chicago. our hearts beat faster than ever before.

as the sun set in the distant west, the others all slept. the world flew by me. the colours of the setting sun reflected of the lakes made of glass. the cool air blew my hair into a thousand different directions. i seemed to think about things that i had never thought of before. i thought about life, and love, and how my gang and i would end up. we were so young. i thought of her. we thought we were in love, but i wondered if i'd ever remember her. i figured we would grow apart. all these things seemed to be insignificant at the time though. all that was important was the view in front of me. the prairies seemed to be mine that night.

all of us fell in love on that trip. we fell in love with life. we experienced a taste of the glory, and the beauty that this life has for us. we got lost; we marveled at the lights; we laughed.

we lived.