Day 4

Waking up this morning was one of the most depressing seconds of my life. I was dreaming, that I was in the lush beautiful tropic landscape of Hawaii, sipping a strawberry milkshake and looking out at the beautiful cherry sunset. So when Ciara woke me at five thirty am in O’Neil Nebraska (aka the middle of nowhere) you can see how that could feel a little disappointing. There I was in my dream relaxing in paradise with no care in the world, but instead I’m a washout. Who’s driving across the country to go to Montreal of all places with a dipstick of a car and twelve thousand dollars to my name. Sadly I got up and began the long hull to Chicago. We left O’Neil at 6 am and only drove for twenty two minutes before stopping at a Subway in Norfolk Nebraska, there we bought two five dollar foot longs for breakfast. It was my turn to drive so while Ciara played on her phone and braided her hair, I examined the dull scenery of Nebraska. The rolling hills and the swaying golden wheat, reminded me of a pumping swell moving the ocean floor with it. While examining the dry land swell made of wheat I noticed a rugged fieldstone house. It almost looked as if it was built centuries ago. After seeing the house, all I could think about is how this fieldstone house and desolate area is what this country used to be. Now our countries land has been stripped from its once natural coat and has been clothed with manufactured and artificial cloth that is driven by greed and ignorance. We stopped very shortly in Blair Nebraska were we filled up the tank for fifty-seven dollars. After nearly driving six hours strait we finally stopped at a McDonalds in Cedar Rapids Iowa. There I bought two burgers off the dollar menu and a fountain drink totaling up to three dollars and Ciara bought two salads off the dollar menu one for lunch and one for dinner and she also got a drink which also totaled up to three dollars. Before diving into my two burgers, I noticed my stomach was hurting. I shrugged it off and engulfed my self into the artificial burger. You know how I was on an all time low this morning, well Lunch just made me go down almost as far down as you can go. After eating those two burgers, I started yacking harder than I’ve ever yacked before, three dollars of quality McDonalds meal on the parking lot curb. Strangely enough my sudden attack of vomit was not due to McDonalds but instead by the Subway we got for Lunch. Ciara drove me as quick as she could to the free clinic in Cedar Rapids. Sadly we were done for the day, due to my horrible food poisoning. We found a hotel called Howard Johnson that costs 36. I couldn’t wait to dream tonight but sadly I couldn’t due to the consistent amount of food that was coming out of me. We ended the day on a poor note with six hundred and ninety-nine dollars and ninety-six cents to spare, at this point are trip can only get better.