On Saturday afternoon, my friend and I became bored and decided that it was time to make questionable decisions, as college students are wont to do. He was bored in the piney woods of east Texas and I convinced him to come over to Waco because, depressing as it is for him, we have more to do. While talking about what we should spend our time doing, a thought occurred; our friend has held the fact that we don't ever visit her over our head. Why not go off and visit her spontaneously? She goes to school in Las Cruces, New Mexico. To clarify, that's 686 miles from Waco and 862 miles from Nacogdoches. That's a lot of damned driving. Oh, and we didn't leave Waco until midnight. The following are just some highlights of our impromptu roadtrip.
- Four hours into the trip, in the dead of night, we were driving along without any worries and nearly smashed head first into a totaled car in one of the two lanes of the highway. It was (apparently) a one car crash that left the car unrecognizable and the driver off on the side of the highway bleeding from the head. Seemed like her airbag didn't deploy, which means that when she said "My face hurts" it probably meant "My face is broken". We pulled off the highway and turned our headlights on facing the wreck so people could see it; the first person to come across the wreck swerved into the concrete barrier and avoided plowing over the woman. We hung around for an hour helping out until life flight picked her up. - Waking up and seeing a damned mountain in the distance - Discovering Huddle House. WHY IS THIS NOT EVERYWHERE? - Dozing off and wakng to my friend's screams of "OH SHIT" because the gas station which looked nice from the highway, actually looked like a band of raiders had hit it in a post-apocalyptic world. The fact that we were travelling through the badlands didn't help. - Speaking of apparent apocalypses, we took an exit expecting a town with gas. After all, the sign on the highway indicated there was civilization there. What we found looked like this. 
UNSETTLING! - Seeing the army of cops and DEA officers in El Paso. Also, we're pretty sure we witnessed some killings on the other side of the border. And, to think, my buddy didn't want to hop over to Juarez for a drink. - Saw my friend blahblahnobodycares - A group of people with torches (no shit) chasing two people up a mountain. - Windmills, as far as the eye can see. - Speed limits of 80mph! - A coyote fight. - To cap the highlights, we came across a Fort Worth/Dallas radio station featuring a DJ with quite possibly the most depressing taste in music. In fact, we decided the man was going through a soul crushing breakup based on his refusal to switch subjects. True, every song he picked was good, but when they're coupled together, an hour or two of breakup songs can get to a person. For god's sake, he played Baby Come Back, Ain't Too Proud To Beg, Breaking Up Is Hard To Do, Crying, Love Stinks, Good Riddance, and Can't Stand Losing You. Those were the first seven songs! He even dipped into country with Tear In My Beer, You Were Always On My Mind, and Pop A Top Again.
I rolled in a little after midnight feeling disgusting. After showering and finishing my homework, I crawled into bed close to three in the morning to get ready for my 9:20 class. My buddy had worse luck; he had an extra two to three hours to go PLUS an 8:00 class. Woe. That's the story of how I learned I'm an impulsive person who will dive into something without thinking of the consequences. All that's left now is a run in with alcohol and gambling. | 
