Hwy 80

We're somewhere in the middle of Wyoming on Hwy 80, driving west in shifts, divided by who can stay-awake-the-longest.


I'm crammed in the back between two rows of boxes, milk crates, duffel bags, dog cages, night stands and a collection of other things we're bring back from Michigan to LA.

I'm anxious to be back in North Hollywood - to see my cat, my friends, sleep in my own bed, watch a movie... but I'm also a bit scared, I'm hoping my old jobs will take me back, I'm hoping that the negative $700+ in Amanda's bank account doesn't, well... I don't even want to think about it. I just hope things work out.

And at the moment, I don't see how that's going to happen. But we've been in worse spots before... or at least I'm telling myself that to stay calm.

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