Ah, road trips

(A snippet from an old diary)

I remember long road trips, driving to Texas, or to Oregon, listening to Counting Crows and that one time he let me listen to the Gin Blossoms, 'cause he knew how obsessed I was with them. But that was a rare occurence. Though, most of the time, he was nicer, on vacations. Mostly because he was GONE all the time, or talking to somebody else, distracting him from his hatred of us. HATRED, seriously.

There was -- I remember the drives down there being Hell, though. "Don't sleep!!!!! WHAT DID I TELL YOU?!?! The BELT will cut you in HALF if you lie down like that!!!!" I was thinking, "I'll take my chances." I was thinking, "I hope it does."