So many friendships are just false starts in the race towards being accepted. Here we are calling home. As children our parents swore we'd be fine if we would just do our best to fade into the blackout of blank stares. Here's to fast lives on the side of the road. Breakdowns with no tow in sight.
Let's hitchhike for our next great adventure. I'll never regret interstates and honest nights. Trapped in a midwest town where the high road has no parallels to main street.
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