
I had a menu "number 4".
I'm thinking, I should make "the old man and the sea" into a musical. It's going to be a romantic & action and r-rated musical.
I forgot why I started.
what a sad story.
Cycling Journey from Los Angeles to New York City, in order to find the 'True America'
(55 miles, sunny, 59F, difficult)
“Lexus” started shaking hard when I rode it downhill 30 miles an hour. I sighed. I got a flat tire. In a small road, I took out some of the tools. Bike patch, bond, sapo. Tears fell from my eyes while I fixed the problem.
A flat tire cannot be even compared to a vending machine that swallowed your coins. It’s that desperate.

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At least, i don't have to go to NYC to see the Statue of Liberty.
I've seen it all.
I just go
because I started.

I don't know how i got here. A van stopped and an American family from Ohio rescued me in Ridgecrest.
We stopped in Death Valley. it was 120 degrees Fahrenhiet.
It was like hell. And it could have gotten a lot worse. It feels like being in a fridge, closed and uplugged.
Everybody makes mistake. Kathy married Tom, Bush is the president, Clinton married Clinton.
I think not every mistake is forgiven.