Jake Hurwitz

I posted a while ago about a road trip I was going on but I don’t think I ever talked about it again. Well, if you’re wondering, It was awesome. It’s possible that it’s my favorite thing I’ve ever done.

Even when I was scared of getting beat up by townies in a dive bar in Virginia. Even when we had to tear apart our motel room in order to hide our bags from crackheads in Nashville, or when I was sucking fumes from a Red Bull at 2AM driving through New Mexico. When I woke up hung over, freezing cold, on the rock hard ground by the Grand Canyon. When I lost 400 dollars in Vegas. Or when I wanted to fight Rosie for refusing to wait in the car while we lied about how many people were staying in our hotel room in San Diego.

Because those townies warmed up to us, and we all danced together. And because we survived our night at Knight’s Inn and I now know I can sleep anywhere. Because I’ve never seen stars the way I saw them outside Santa Fe that night. And because I got to get drunk and smoke a joint with two amazing strangers in Arizona. Because, I won (some) of that money back. And because, well, I love Rosie no matter what.

We had a good trip. And the original reason for this post, before all this sentimental shit, was that I finally posted some pictures on flickr. If you’re interested- they’re here.