ERIN
I’m in a rental car with a girl I met only last night, and we are driving 1300 miles from Austin, Texas, to Los Angeles, California. If this isn’t the premise of a chick flick, then I don’t know what is. Maybe I’m being a baby and using this as an excuse to prolong my arrival in L.A. by a couple of days, but I don’t care.
I will find you… and when I do…
God I’m an i***t, and really turned on.
Sasha’s bag is thrown in the back seat along with my luggage. Her camera bag is up front sitting between her legs. We just left the Quick Trip where we stocked up on all of the road trip essentials, including questionable gas station hot dogs, which I’m sure I will regret later, Coke Zero because I like to eat my calories, not drink them, and Twizzlers because you can’t road trip without them
