>>18670631I put the track on repeat for an hour and continued heading west. I looked down at the cheki in my lap every time he speaks of her photograph serving him well. As I crossed the Mississippi into Iowa, the realization came flooding back that the closest thing I have to family, Tokyo Joshi Pro, will never again be the same. I question if the suddenness of the fracture makes the pain worse than if they had announced a long graduation tour. Is a fatal car accident worse than a terminal cancer diagnosis? It’s a question that I’ve intensely pondered before. I still don’t have an answer.
As I submit these ramblings to you in the parking lot of a gas station in God knows where, Iowa, I still don’t know where I’m heading. I always liked the mountains of Colorado.
