This One Time

Have you ever in your life, almost gone to jail, die, and get grounded in the same night, but avoid all of it? I was a Senior in high school. I never had taken any real spontaneous trips, but this time, it was my turn to hit the road.

About the middle of my fall senior semester in high school, I decided to take a road trip 200 miles away to Pensacola. I was going to see a band, Cute is What We Aim For, and meet up with a girl, Sarah. Sarah was a small thing, even though she was really nice. She was just waaayy too far away for me, and I found someone waaayy better! ;]

Anyway, I checked myself out of school at around noon and headed south on 65. I drove until I got to Pensacola, stopping only once to pee, and I met Sarah. We went to her house, got ready, and then left for the show. It was only around the corner. Only about 100 people showed up, but it was a small place so the crowd seemed bigger. All the bands played, and it just so happened that the one I came for sucked. We stayed after the show and helped all the bands clean up, and even got Whataburger for them. After all was said and done, it was one o'clock and I had to go home.

I wrote down directions for the way home, scribbling because I was so tired. Entering my car, I realized that I had made a huge mistake. I couldn't stay awake the whole way home. For about half an hour, I was fine. Driving seemed to be a cake walk. Until I got about 10 miles from the Florida/Alabama state line.

Continued on the next blog, I have ran out of time.