In the midst of my artistic evolution here at home,

I have to leave and drive 10-hours to attend my cousin’s graduation party in the middle of Buttfuck, Iowa for four hours and then turn right back around.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for doing stupid shit for family but, row after row of corn, and hillbilly farmers wasn’t quite what I had in mind when this trip was described to me with the word “vacation”.

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