As I sit in a gas station parking lot in Peoria, Illinois it is clear to me I may be crazy. I am nine hours into a road trip to see some of my best friends, along with hearing the amazing Mark Masri again.
I am begining to think maybe I should have taken a flight instead of driving. Just for my piece of mind. Then again if I would have done that I wouldn't be getting the time with my thoughts. I guess it is a trade off.
The sun is coming up over the heartland and it is beautiful. So what if I have another five hours to go.
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