Highways nestle themselves into hills and plains, like the arteries of our "great nation."
From side to side, top to bottom- every destination is possible; it just has to be imagined.
I never could've guessed I'd move all the way up to Washington State.
As a kid, I knew it only as a home to hippies and forest fires.
Now, as an adult, I am old enough to drink myself to an early grave if I so choose,
And perhaps that'd be possible if I couldn't taste a drop of alcohol in the ocean.
In the 10th grade, I was stung by a jellyfish, and the only way I can describe the feeling
Is something like meat being cooked off the bone.
For dinner tonight, my girlfriend and I made chicken katsu-
We've developed quite a taste for meals that require a lot of cleanup.
