Happy Birthday, Nation

Where better to celebrate the nation's 232nd b-day than real heartland, America? After nearly two weeks of meandering the Midwest post-Royals ride, i'm spending my last night in the middle, before a dastardly long and controversially stupid bus ride to the east coast. I fear for my sanity, but more for my body- I've committed to a nonrefundable, surely-packed full of hillbilly goblins, inexplicably snow-cold greyhound bus ride all the way from Indy to New York. I'm not going to say the number of hours it's going to take out loud, but the only way to go into a ride like this is to trick one's mind into thinking that life has always existed within the confines of the terrible bus, and to pretend that it might never end. That way, if i do ever survive, i might be pleasantly surprised by the time its morning and i'm stumbling out of Port Authority to be slammed by a rampant taxi. Goodbye east coast. Goodbye body. Happy birthday, nation.