This is a set of little anecdotes about a road trip I went on in grad school with two friends (names are changed, but if you knew me in school, you know who they are. Sorry.) from Houston, TX to (I think) Fayetteville, Arkansas. This was all at least six years ago, maybe more, so I may misremember who was driving at any given time or small details. I may also exaggerate for comic effect. Don’t worry, the only person who comes out of any of these stories looking silly/horrifying/like a backwards Gremlin is me. And maybe this one cop in Oklahoma.
Anyway, I’ll be publishing this gradually, since the pages take awhile and it’s not one linear story like the giraffe one.