Random Sticker.

Bathroom Wisdom.

I DARE You Not to Feel.

'I Miss You' by Aaron Hall is a GUT WRENCHER.

Poor guy.

I got this voicemail from a wrong number and wanted to tell him don't wait for that Pepto.

'Necessary' Brandy. Real jam.

It's all because I love ya
I do
I got to be necessary to you
Hope your eyes are wide open
You'll see
That your love is necessary
To me

Bye, Murray.

The end of and era. The stories on every one of these 166k miles will make you laugh, cringe and cry. Job well done, I'd rather spend the last 8 years with none other. I loved the performance so much, I needed an Encore.

It Started With Pink.

Army vet, Tiana.


Guilt is a powerful motivator but not a rational one.

The Bad Lands to Rapid City.

The car was disgusting and I took out at least 5 butterflies on 90 west. For four hours, I read signage for an upcoming historic gas station/store. That was pretty much the only thing there was to look forward to other than the actual park.

Stopped at looked around the Bad Lands, which to me, described every part of South Dakota. There were scenic views that wowed me largely because there was nothing there. It was the kind of trip that made me think, 'if I die here and now, how long before someone finds me?'

Interesting fact, but I'm sure Tommy's ice cream was weak. 1780's ice cream? Hard pass.

The entrance was full of mostly 80+ year old white people. I was 1 of 4 blacks, which was 2 more than I anticipated. After reading the exhibits, I found myself more concerned about how engineers preserve the monument and not why it was built. The cracks kill. Cracks is whack.

The road back was picture perfect. I'm sure there are a million more stars in the sky out west. We ended up right back where we started, in the middle of the Garth Brooks welcoming party. Minnesota? Iowa? Not sure where I'm headed, next.

Omaha and Sioux Falls aren't much.

Omaha, Nebraska. The quietest city on earth. It was odd, really. There were people, cars, animals...but nobody made a sound. I even turned down my music because I just felt like a disruptive negro. It was pretty, but seemed like a terrible place to spend life. However, I got a belly full of red meat from Dovers Steakhouse, because #OmahaSteaks. I was not disappointed.

It was hard getting it together to leave Omaha. We were exhausted from lack of sleep at tiny house and fought ourselves to even come to Sioux Falls. We tried to get day rates at hotels....fail. So, we had to make the 3.5 hour trek which produced some stereotypical sights on the road. Horses, grass, construction, hitchhikers, etc.

Sioux Falls was the landing spot. Butter. That's about it. We rode passed a pickup basketball game and there were no black people on the court, just to give an idea of what kind of place this is. There was a black working at Wing Stop, however.

Being in South Dakota confirmed my belief that there is no reason to be South Dakota. Moving on to these stoned white men.