It's half past five and the sun looming on the horizon. The salty taste in clothing is impregnated by the wind that comes through the windows lowered. It's July and only gets a sea breeze refresh. The radio sounds low making Phantom Planet engulf us with their music. All quiet sleep while I drive non-stop smoking cigarettes. It's the Journey, and we're unstoppable. Without looking in the mirror I can guess that is a smile in his sleep, is the same as I bolted to my face all night. Damn guys, you've missed the most starry night of your life. We travel the 101 km beneath them, I swear that more than once winked us wishing us luck.
We took the bags, a little money vodka and tequila, a camera, junk food and stole the keys to the Cadillac Deville Pete raised in the road. Our goal: to travel the west coast to San Diego, California, get Surf Cup and win the pasta. Then, and improvise. Jimmy, sitting next to me, it gives a wonderful spontaneity, Lizka, grants with fast fingers like snakes portfolios getting fuller. Donnie and Samantha, the couple have no special talent, if not considered disorderly conduct its rayante happiness in extreme bad taste. Or on other days they can not bear to be under one roof. The five, including myself, have been inseparable since elementary school share a sibling relationship, best friends and Siamese. We are united by dreams of freedom, as chains that bind us between us and always will be. The reasons that motivated us to advance the trip today do not matter. Wonderful car we drive, we are young and the future is opening before us. Uncontrollably loose a laugh of satisfaction. Samantha, I growl while wearing his blue fleece jacket and buries her head in the hollow between shoulder and ear of Donnie.
We took the bags, a little money vodka and tequila, a camera, junk food and stole the keys to the Cadillac Deville Pete raised in the road. Our goal: to travel the west coast to San Diego, California, get Surf Cup and win the pasta. Then, and improvise. Jimmy, sitting next to me, it gives a wonderful spontaneity, Lizka, grants with fast fingers like snakes portfolios getting fuller. Donnie and Samantha, the couple have no special talent, if not considered disorderly conduct its rayante happiness in extreme bad taste. Or on other days they can not bear to be under one roof. The five, including myself, have been inseparable since elementary school share a sibling relationship, best friends and Siamese. We are united by dreams of freedom, as chains that bind us between us and always will be. The reasons that motivated us to advance the trip today do not matter. Wonderful car we drive, we are young and the future is opening before us. Uncontrollably loose a laugh of satisfaction. Samantha, I growl while wearing his blue fleece jacket and buries her head in the hollow between shoulder and ear of Donnie.
- Stop Luke excite you, where are we?
The tranquility interrupted charged also dream of Jimmy, who throws a baseball cap backwards trying to muffle the shrill sound source, which acts on his mind devastatingly affected by alcohol. Has again lost one of our bets and do not know a person more vulnerable to hangover. The cap gives himself to Donnie who is sleeping like a bear. He smiled and I look to the road.
- Close, very close.
Sam kicks my seat I notice as nails on my back. Uncertainties and hates being laughed at her. Jimmy lets out a giggle and laughs again taking advantage of this fleeting moment of happiness. It seems that finally, let us dream. The Journey has begun.
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