Fail

So it’s been a few days. Hard to blog when a good portion of this country (Pacific coast this means you) doesn’t believe in the importance of social media. I mean, is it too much to ask to camp on a cliff overlooking the Pacific coast and cozy up to some freakin wifi? And we all know how helpful AT&T is with their…well with their whole general nothingness. The biggest fail of this whole road trip has been, unequivocally and without fail (but major fail) the one and only iPhone. It might seem like the ultimate road trip buddy, but all those cute little travel apps don’t help a lick when your phone is completely dead and even if it didn’t die yet, AT&T only remembered to put up cell towers in the original 13 colonies. Then again, who’s the dumbass that decided to rely on a freaking satellite to follow me around the country rather than pick up a good old fashioned—uh, what’s the word—map. That be me. I’m the dumbass. And without my travel buddy, Mike, who’s budding career as a drag star I’m hoping to hear about, my stupidity is greater than the sum of its parts.

Having left California and now sitting in a casino/Super 8 in Fallon, NV—I must make up for lost time. I’ve had a lot of time to think about Mike. I’ve had even more time to make videos in his honor. I present you with, The Best of Mike….

-- JEFF

p.s. that’s a picture of me at the casino buffet eating my feelings…and lots of food.