Rest Stop
When I was 22, I attempted to drive cross-country in my beloved 1978 Chevy Nova named Laverne. I had zero money, so he plan was to hug the interstates and sleep at the rest stops, living on a cache of junk food and whatever I could scavenge. Sleeping in rest stops and washing up in those grimy bathrooms was certainly an experience, and one that I was cl…
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