Wow. Five states in four days. Going a hundred in Arthur’s Mercedes. Four states in fourteen hours. 2:37 a.m: “Let’s go to Chicago.” An emotional high. The sun rising out of Lake Michigan in front of me, Chicago at my back. Beauty. Don’t understand it, and that is why I believe it. I love life. Existence is bliss. Post-insanity depression. Thanks guys, I’ll never forget you.