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surveysonfleek · 5 years ago

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1533.

[Family]

My brother’s name starts with D. Neither of my grandfathers are alive. I look more like my mother than my father. Both my parents are in a serious relationship. I am the youngest of three children. I am the only girl. My mom’s mom is NOT your typical grandmother. I don’t really like my cousins. I have less than five cousins. I’ve shown up at a family party while under the influence.

[Religion & Politics]

I was raised Christian. But I’m no longer a Christian. I believe in God. But I think the Bible is bullshit. My beliefs aren’t influenced by people around me. My dad is religious. My mom tries to be, but who is she trying to fool? I hate church. I wouldn’t have voted in the last election even if I was old enough. I hate politics more than anything.

[Food]

I honestly never stop eating. Chocolate + peanut butter = orgasmic. I only eat Cains mayonnaise. I’ve never eaten a fruit I didn’t like. I love cooked broccoli but not raw broccoli. I love raw peppers but not cooked peppers. I’ve gone a day or more without eating. I crave chocolate on my period. Pizza Hut has the best pizza around. Cookies & Cream ice cream is one of my favorites.

[Sex, Love & Relationships]

I’ve been told that I was a nine out of ten at giving head. A guy has cheated on his girlfriend with me. I’ve never been cheated on. I had my first kiss when I was fifteen. I lost my virginity in the woods. My best friend lost her virginity a week after me. In the same place I did. I’ve been in the same room as someone having sex. I would rather be on the bottom.

[Music]

I download my music from LimeWire. I love country. I love old school rap. I love alternative. I have All Time Low’s new CD Nothing Personal. And I love it. I love to sing, but I suck horribly at it. I cannot play a musical instrument. I want to learn to play the drums. I used to take piano lessons.

[School]

My GPA is between 2.0 and 3.0. I took Algebra 1 in 8th grade, and again in 9th. I’ve passed a class with a D-. I don’t do my homework at home. I prefer mechanical pencils. I always do projects the night before they’re due. I’m really smart but don’t always apply myself. I text in school. I’ve gotten my phone taken away in school.

[Beauty & Hygiene]

I straighten my hair often. On lazy days, I scrunch my hair to go out. My only make-up necessity is mascara. I like to wing my eyeliner. I’d rather take a shower than a bath. I’d rather use body wash than a bar of soap. I’d rather use a bath scrunchie than a washcloth. My solution for make-up on lazy days: sunglasses. I use the same routine every day in the shower.

[Smoking, Drinking & Drugs]

I smoke cigarettes. I’ve gotten drunk within the past month. I’ve smoked weed when by myself. The first time I got high was on a holiday. Marijuana should be legalized. I have never and would never drink and drive. I hate light beer. My lighter is purple. My favorite cigarettes are Turkish Silver or Camel Crush. I’ve quit smoking but started again.

[Random]

My nails are pink right now. Going to bed at midnight is very early for me. I could never date a guy that didn’t make me laugh. I have a jar of peanut butter in my room right now. I wear sunglasses a lot. Gogurt is really good in the freezer. I’ve been in Hollister, but I don’t own anything from there. Purple is my favorite color. There is no such thing as an ugly color. I need more pens. ______________________________________________________________

I like where I’m at right now. My feet are freezing. I hate feeling awkward. I love driving on country roads. I love driving fast, too. I currently have a cold. I have a crush. No, it’s more than a crush. I always wondered what it’d be like to start over, where no one knew me. I go on Yahoo Answers. I get nostalgic every once in awhile. I really don’t like my father. My mother is one of my best friends though. I don’t mind when people stare at me. No, it’s annoying as fuck. I can’t stand people who are extremely selfish. A Change Of Pace is a good band. I have gotten a new phone within the past month. I want to go to Florida soon. Peach snapple iced tea is theee best. I wrote books when I was younger. I’m really creative, especially when I apply myself. I use Facebook a lot more than I used to. I’m constantly told I’m beautiful, but I still sometimes don’t believe it. One of my friends came out as gay this year. I feel like I’m the only one who doesn’t have someone. I’m way too quiet, and I wish I could change. I need to party. Music and books are my favorite. I love everything about the fall. I always smell really good. My hair looks nice today. I have long fingernails. I’ve kissed a Ryan, Mike, or Justin. I’ve been in love with a Josh, Christian, or Scott. I envy no one. I’m going to an amusement park soon. For a halloween-related thing. I don’t like beer. I don’t like soda. I’ve worn a turtle neck in the past year. I wear them often. Outspoken is something I’m not. I express myself through quotes and lyrics. Photography is beautiful. There’s beauty in everything, you just gotta find it. I ordered a pizza recently. Tonight, actually. I wish I could have a whole new batch of friends. Even though I do love the ones I have now. My nose is stuffy. I like orange juice. And sandwich wraps. I love cozy nights at home. I like playing Hebi. Apples to Apples is fun. I have to start applying for jobs. I really need one. Ahhh life is changing fast. I tend to drive a little bit over the speed limit.

My razor only has two blades. My keyboard is black. I use my friends as arm rests and pillows. My favorite number is odd. My favorite number is a single digit. I love having butterflies in my stomach. The last make up I wore was eyeliner. I’d love to have a winter wedding. I’m really ticklish. I have a facial piercing. I’d only get a tattoo that has significant meaning to me. My boyfriend is taller than I am. My school has a shitty football team. I play Pet Society on Facebook. All politicians are the same, in my opinion. I can’t eat sushi with a fork or else it feels awkward. I’ve never been to New Mexico. I’d definitely consider adoption if I couldn’t have my own children. I like plain-colored t-shirts. Horror movies don’t really scare me. I have a decent vocabulary. Lord of the Rings doesn’t appeal to me. I don’t play any sports. I prefer orange juice to apple juice. I like my toast with butter and jelly. I love cream cheese. I have a celebrity crush. I get frequent headaches. I can play a little piano. My boyfriend drives an Asian car. And so do I. I WANT MORE PIERCINGS. My favorite fruit is a type of berry. I miss somebody right now. Some of my friends live far away. I can burp out the alphabet. I love breadsticks. I can count to ten in at least two languages. I’d love to have a pet owl. I prefer dogs to cats. I only wear actual perfume on special occasions. But I wear body spray on a daily basis. I have pictures of my sibling/s on my phone. ______________________________________________________________

What I have…

#survey #surveys #quiz #bored #questions

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bisexual-in-every-gender · 4 years ago

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[Family]

[Religion & Politics]

[Food]

[Sex, Love & Relationships]

[Music]

[School]

[Beauty & Hygiene]

[Smoking, Drinking & Drugs]

[Random]

My razor only has two blades. My keyboard is black. I use my friends as arm rests and pillows. My favorite number is odd. My favorite number is a single digit. I love having butterflies in my stomach. The last make up I wore was eyeliner. I’d love to have a winter wedding. I’m really ticklish. I have a facial piercing. I’d only get a tattoo that has significant meaning to me. My boyfriend wife is taller than I am. My school has a shitty football team. I play Pet Society on Facebook. All politicians are the same, in my opinion. I can’t eat sushi with a fork or else it feels awkward. I’ve never been to New Mexico. I’d definitely consider adoption if I couldn’t have my own children. I like plain-colored t-shirts. Horror movies don’t really scare me. I have a decent vocabulary. Lord of the Rings doesn’t appeal to me. I don’t play any sports. I prefer orange juice to apple juice. I like my toast with butter and jelly. I love cream cheese. I have a celebrity crush. I get frequent headaches. I can play a little piano. My boyfriend drives an Asian car. And so do I. I WANT MORE PIERCINGS. My favorite fruit is a type of berry. I miss somebody right now. Some of my friends live far away. I can burp out the alphabet. I love breadsticks. I can count to ten in at least two languages. I’d love to have a pet owl. I prefer dogs to cats. I only wear actual perfume on special occasions. But I wear body spray on a daily basis. I have pictures of my sibling/s on my phone. ______________________________________________________________

What I have…

Purse/bag

Closet

Bedside Drawer

DVD Shelf

Yard

iTunes (I’ll say my phone since I don’t have an iPhone)

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randrvstheworld · 7 years ago

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Redneck Day, leaving Missouri & arrival in New Orleans

Our last day on the farm was unforgettable & emotional.

Sam had the farmer’s market again so we were left under the supervision of her awesome husband Billy. We weeded the tomato rows for a couple hours but were then treated to a day of redneck fun: learning to drive a freakin' TRACTOR (!!), cruising round the sweltering Missouri countryside on the back of Billy’s Harley & shootin’. Sam & Billy have a frankly awesome selection of guns. Big guns. Little guns. Super cute teeny pocket guns. Rifles. Shotguns. POW! I managed to get one bullseye which made me feel pretty epic. Thoroughly enjoyed the fact that all the guns & ammo were sat on a chair (cue lots of photos & yelling GUN CHAIR!!).

I had forgotten how much I enjoy cruising around on the back of motorbikes. I’d had a pretty rough couple of days in terms of my internal emotions & I felt wonderfully carefree whilst riding around. The weather was beautiful, everywhere I looked was just lush green & trees & lakes & derelict barns. We went super fast & it was exhilarating & really helped me to feel like FUCK IT I’m on an adventure & actually life is pretty sweet.

In the evening Sam took us out for dinner. After everything she had already done for us we were super touched that she felt the need to treat us further. It was lovely - we drank bloody mary’s, ate our bodyweight in bread. I cried when she dropped us off at the station. I miss her & the rest of the gang. She’s truly a fantastic person & I am so pleased & proud of myself for embracing such an unfamiliar experience. I just want to go home & grow stuff! And buy a house with a f**king lake.

After that it was back on the Amtrak to Louisiana. A three tier trek, we went first to St Louis, then took a tiny rail replacement “bus” (looked like a minivan) to a place called Carbondale, Illinois which was an utter sketchy shithole where we felt nervous standing outside fr five minutes smoking. DO NOT GO THERE. In the time it took to have one cigarette, we witnessed a verbal, very aggressive & houty fight, a guy naked save for a pair of dungarees offering to show us his ‘birthday suit’ (um, NAH MATE) & a homeless guy asking to use our phones & then spitting at us when we explained they wouldn’t work because they’re UK numbers. Awesomeeeeeeee

The final train was the least pleasant of all our trains thus far. They blasted the AC so hard I had to fashion bootees out of a scarf to stay warm. It was so cold we could barely sleep. The wifi didn’t work. There was shit on the floor AND ON THE SOAP in the toilet. Ugh. We stayed amused by watching 80s movies. Sidenote: Gremlins is lowkey a TERRIFYING film.

But then we arrived. NOLA is sick af. It’s roasting hot, everyone keeps telling us what a party town this is, there’s palm trees everywhere & all the houses are super cute & coloured like ice-cream. I met Roxy’s friend Shalini, who is joining us for the next two weeks. She’s awesome. We hot-footed it to our hostel, showered our train ordeal away & went out & got AAAAAAAAWWWWWN it. Cocktails & alligator sausage Poor Boys at Parkway Bakery. I also caught up with fellow Wheatsheaf allum Vanille - haven’t seen her in two years, we were only in New Orleans at the same time for one night which was the most crazy fucking coincidence. So, so lovely to see her. She is evidence of what good travelling can do for you. She’s been on the road for years & her experience has been the source of much inspiration to me. Seeing her only confirmed everything I hope for; that travelling will change you for the better, help you know yourself & grow. It’s just made me even more excited for the coming months.

After Parkway we went to Kajun’s Karaoke bar & sweet lord we sang the absolute sh*t out of that bar. I ineplicably had the wherewithal to put on pyjamas when we got back - no idea how I managed that. We woke up this morning feeling like laminated medieval turds wrapped in blankets of despair. But every hangover has a fluffy golden lining as we discovered that the Jazz House (our hostel) has a freakin’ waffle iron! SCORE! WE waffled it up right nice. And drank root beer & took painkillers til we felt better.

After that we headed to Lakeside Mall as I had an appointment to get my phone fixed though it turns out it’s not actually broken so I saved myself $80 for a new battery which was obviously awesome. We were mallrats; hanging out there all afternoon, eating delicious food in the food court, doing a lil shopping. It was our first mall experience & it was pretty cool. You can’t go to America & NOT go to a mall at some point, really.

America is cool & weird. The sheer amount of fast food available here is simply mind-boggling. It would be really easy (& probably quite enjoyable if you just suspended any f**ks you might give about your appearance) to get reeeeeeally fat pretty darn quickly. I’m getting a pretty sweet-ass tan & I’m all freckly & blonde. I’m getting used to my face without makeup which is pretty refreshing. Getting more into the flow of things at this point. It’s our one-month-of-travelling-iversary today. Boom.

#travel #travelling #neworleans #randrvstheworld

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nostalgiaispeace · 5 years ago

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1506.

Bold Survey

[Family]

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[Food]

[Sex, Love & Relationships]

[Music]

[School]

[Beauty & Hygiene]

[Smoking, Drinking & Drugs]

[Random]

What I have…

#me #survey

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magical-moment-blog1 · 5 years ago

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[Family]

[Religion & Politics]

[Food]

[Sex, Love & Relationships]

[Music]

[School]

[Beauty & Hygiene]

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[Random]

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the-record-newspaper · 6 years ago

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The Lucy Combs story: Part VII

Jerry Combs and his sons, Jerry Jr. (George) and Jeffrey

By LARRY J. GRIFFIN

Special Reporter for The Record

“He kept us always in trouble to be caught…[He] always kept us in dange… I got knocked to kingdom come trying to protect me, George, and Jeff.” –From the Diary of Lucy Combs

It was during a tour of the Wilkes Heritage Museum that a docent asked a group of third-grade students if they knew what “Wilkes County was famous for.” Without hesitation, one boy blurted out, “Stock-car racing and drugs.”

Once known as the, “Moonshine Capital” of the U.S., Wilkes County made a subtle transition from moonshine to marijuana to cocaine, and — in more recent times — to methamphetamine or meth. Stories abound of drug-trafficking, hidden caches of drug money, substantial moonshine steel and drug busts along with murders resulting from drug deals gone bad.

Within the pages of her diary, Lucy Combs charted the history of husband Jerry’s involvement in both moonshine and drugs — an involvement that frequently placed her and her two boys in harm’s way.

“He has always made liquor and [grew] grass ever since I’ve been here �� drink, and smoke, and fight everyone that’s ever been here,” Lucy recollected. “[There] was always grass drying in the house; [he] always kept us in danger, always had a gun laying on the table at mealtime...”

When Jerry, Jr. [George] was in the first grade, the family lived in Ashe County. “We lived there for a winter,” Lucy reminisced. “I had to drive five miles to and from school in a car — ’55 (orange) Chevy — that didn’t have a heater.”

The Combs family lived near Laurel Springs and close to a moonshine steel with which Jerry was involved. However, they returned to Wilkes County after six-weeks because of the potential danger. Two weeks after they left Ashe County, a 1,000-gallon steel was discovered and the owner arrested.

While Lucy was returning to the house on Waugh Street, the old gray truck — filled with furniture — that she was driving had a flat tire. “I never moved again!” she averred exasperatedly.

During the 1970’s and into the early 1980’s in Wilkes County, marijuana — not moonshine — was the county’s leading contraband — it was harvested, processed, packaged, and distributed widely within and outside the county.

And it was her husband’s involvement with the marijuana scene that seemed to frighten Lucy most.

In her diary she wrote: “There was a tractor/trailer backed into [our] driveway. There were Mexicans unloading box after box…in the basement. I didn’t know what in the world was in the boxes; so, I went to the basement. There were boxes stacked upon each other all over the floor to the ceiling. I looked in one; it was weed from Missouri that grew naturally there; but, it was not like the weed grown here. They would mix the Missouri weed with the stuff [cultivated] in Wilkes before they sold it…I cussed every one of them out; and by daylight, it was all put back on the truck and it pulled out of here [at] 5:00 AM.”

The men who unloaded the haul were displeased because they were forced to re-load the shipment on the truck and expressed their dissatisfaction to Jerry, Sr.

“I sure caught hell when the truck pulled out,” Lucy said. “He couldn’t see how much trouble he [had gotten] us into...I got knocked to kingdom come trying to protect me, George, and Jeff.”

According to Lucy’s diary, Jerry, Sr. partnered with another local man to cultivate marijuana. “…They had nine fields at one time. Jerry’s partner would store the stuff in … a dive … in Roaring River instead of storing it in his house.”

In a letter forwarded to The Record from his prison cell at Maury Correctional Institution, Jerry, Jr. [George] wrote of his dad’s drug usage. His recollection coincides with that of his mother’s. “He…smoked pot for as long as I can remember; but, it ‘laid him back,’ and he didn’t bother nary a soul.”

Within the same five-page missive, George admitted to his own chemical dependency. “My brother and I started drinking to ease the pain of living with a violent alcoholic father. Then, the next thing you know, we were also alcoholics.”

Sadly — according to his mother — alcohol wasn’t her older son’s only addiction. Just over five-years ago — in 2013 — George was released from prison after serving 10 and a half years. “I was so happy. I knew I got [at least] one left out of the family. We went to the Apple Festival on Saturday. We had a really good time,” Lucy remembered fondly.

But the felicitous homecoming was short-lived. After being home for two or three days, George commenced drinking again — worse still, he resumed drug-usage as well with some friends while his mother was working. “I had already told him that nobody was allowed here at all. But, that’s what I knew….”

It was 1 a.m., when one of Lucy’s friends visited her at work. He had come to apprise her that she needed to return home as soon as possible. When she arrived, Lucy found a drunk lying in the floor, the kitchen door had been demolished, and liquor had been poured out all over the table. Both George and Lucy’s Camaro were gone. However, there was a quarter of a bottle of alcohol left that she hid outside. She was sitting in her chair when her son returned.

“When he came back in, he demanded the bottle. He had an ax handle [and] slams it down across the coffee table three times. He was hollering for his bottle; I got up [out of my chair and] he pulled his knife on me and says, ‘The TV was next;’ so, I went outside to get the bottle.”

Before he left, George pulled the drunken friend into his bedroom to sleep on the floor until the next morning. He walked up his grandparents’ old house — the one in which his brother Jeff had lived — and found the guns which were stored inside. George pawned the .22 automatic rifle that he had taken from the house. Lucy called the person to whom he sold it to inquire about the weapon but discovered that it had already been purchased by someone else. She knew George was taking the proceeds from the sale to purchase crack and that he and one of his male and female friends had gone out to do so.

“I had just bought clothes, shoes, coats, etc. for George before he got out [of prison], and, when he got out, I spent and spent on him. He had to have Levis jeans; so, I went to Kohl’s — on Saturday — and bought three pair for $130. By Sunday, the jeans had been taken back to Kohl’s by his [female friend] who got the money back so they could buy a rock.”

Regrettably, they stole a power saw belonging to one of Lucy’s friends and pawned it for $40. The next morning, she had to pay $48 to reacquire the saw in order to return it before her friend discovered that it was missing.

Within about two weeks of his release from prison, George’s nine-month parole had been revoked, and he — once again — was remanded to jail. “I thought this [last] stretch would have done it, but guess not,” Lucy lamented. “He is [considered] an habitual offender, a Level Six felon.”

Clearly, Jerry Jr. is not oblivious to his recidivism. In his recent letter from his prison cell, George penned insightful commentary relative to his predicament: “Now, I’m 53-years-old and been in and out of prison since I was 18-years-old, due to my alcoholism. (The underscore is his emphasis.) I think it is a gift from my dad.”

It was a reflective Cat Stevens who opined in one of his most famous tunes accentuating the influence of parents upon their children: “…He’d grown up just like me; my boy was just like me….” It seems an immutable corollary that children become what they live. And it was not lost on Jerry Combs Sr.’s older son that he was becoming his father.

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agermanbetweenscots · 7 years ago

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Megan.

My bestie, my endless source of good music and my only friend where I wouldn’t be surprised if I ever have to bail her out of jail.

Megan was one of the first people to just take me we away from Tahlequah and do something outside of my bubble that was studying and dorm rooms. More than once I got kidnapped without knowing where Megan and Lois (her car) would take me today. Megan is so lovely country that it is almost a stereotype. She introduced me to Max’s, cowboy boots, backroading, Red Dirt Country Music (the ones that didn’t sell out), her slight pyromaniac tendencies when we made a random fire near a lake in the middle of the night and to ‘merica. She is the first person to have gotten me drunk (and I mean drunk). The other night at Max’s, as I promised her, I got drunk. The room spun, I had problems anticipating doorframes and entering pick-up trucks. She also got me drunk the following week because I didn’t eat before going out. Clearly that was a mistake. Two Gin and Sprite killed me that evening. She taught me line-dancing and two-stepping, is totally to blame for me buying boots, introduced me to my first taco (thanks to her brother Cody who brought them when he was the DD). With her I had my first s’mores, shot my first gun, drove a tractor and went fishing. She takes ages getting ready and when she says ‘ill be there soon’, it will still take ages for her to actually show up. She would probably not survive in Germany. Her humour cracks me up. She is so wonderfully sarcastic and you truly have to get to know her, otherwise that humour paired with her resting bitch face will make you believe she doesn’t like you. (I thought that for a very long time). She improved my country playlist – added artists like Jon Pardi, Cody Johnson and Turnpike Troubadours on there. Every time I would step into her car, I would leave with another 10 songs to add to my playlist. With her, I had my two roadtrips. A short one to Henryetta, that was so spontaneous, I don’t even know how that happened, and a long one to Denver, Boulder. Bristen, Megan’s friend went to school in the panhandle of Oklahoma. So when her friends’ graduation rolled around, we all got into Betsy (Bristen’s car) and were on our way.

The panhandle is strange. When you imagined Oklahoma as empty, rural and boring, the panhandle is the same but multiplied by 10. It is flat, dry and emptier (if that is even possible). The landscape doesn’t really help, as it’s a desert. Going on an exchange there would drive me crazy. Even I could not handle being there with no car. The uni is smaller than NSU, full of cowboys (students of agriculture), and because it is so close to Texas, the people identify with Texas more than they do with Oklahoma. We stayed with a friend of Bristens for the night, went to a party in a barn. The tittie-bar. And that was totally not what I expected. The barn was more of a hangar, some weird furniture in it and a bunch of drunk 20 something year olds. The drinks were two or three kegs (including keg-stands). I am happy I got to experience this, even though it was totally not my crowd. But this was Bristen’s thing anyway. The next day we were on our way to Colorado. We drove through Texas and New Mexico, fully complete with stops as soon as we would cross the border to take a picture at the state sign. A road trip in America is weird. It is this thing that has this taste of ‘wow, the great American road trip, freedom, endless roads and states to discover’ and I know that I really wanted to do that for as long as I could think. (Probably enhanced by Supernatural) But I don’t know whether it is the roads of the states we drove through – the great American Road trip would be awful if I had to do it by myself. The roads are mostly straight, there is nothing to see left or right, and all you do is drive for miles and miles past cows, farms and grasslands. The distances in America are incredibly different, and nothing changes. I am so glad I had Megan and Bristen to keep me going. But as soon as you see the rockies in the distance, the landscape changes and it becomes worth it. Even in May, they are still covered in snow and just really majestic. The first night we stayed in Denver and went bar hopping. Denver seems like a really nice city, and totally worth a visit. I had never been to that many bars in my life. We went from a German Brewery, to a champagne bar, to a shisha-club, to a roof terrace. The weather was unfortunate, as it started to rain but meh. Who cares, if you got alcohol, music and friends? After Denver we kept driving to Boulder and that was amazing. So young and vibrant. We had a really good breakfast in a hipster-café (although everything seems hipster-ish) before doing some shopping and some driving into the mountains. Sadly, it was really foggy and so I didn’t even see the mountains. Which is unfortunate because it was kinda the reason we came – to go hiking. Anyways, we drove up the curvy, steep roads, took some pictures at a lake before turning around and going back down. When exiting the car however, we noticed smoking tires. And Henriette, who has so much knowledge about cars, noticed something dripping from underneath the car. Making an executive decision – she was so sure it was the brake fluid. (What even is brake fluid?) After getting Bristen’s heart rate up and freaking everyone out, the brake fluid turned out to be the condensation of the AC, and the girls went back on their way. Luckily, the car and brakes and AC were fine. Betsy clearly just wanted more attention. The last adventure of the girls in Colorado was the visit to a dispensary. Weed or marijuana (don’t ask me to say this word out loud – the German accent comes out. Or make me say this, if you wanna crack Megan up. Me saying this word has actually become such a hit with her, that she makes me say this word to strangers when she’s drunk.) is legal is Colorado. And although I did not want any, I was very interested to see how buying some would work. Sadly dispensaries are racist and don’t accept foreign IDs. Unless it’s a passport. So I was kicked out after 2 minutes of staring at a poster listing the positive effects of THC. The next day was spent driving through Kansas for 10 hours. If you ever wanted to drive through Kansas – don’t. I understand now why Clark Kent learned to fly. To get away from there. If you think Oklahoma is boring – think again. There is truly nothing Kansas until you reach Wichita. Doing this for 10 hours was such a stretch. Even the internet is spotty. So I couldn’t even distract myself from the boredom with the social medias. The road trip was amazing though. Not only did I get to leave Oklahoma and had a blast with two of my besties but also I got to scratch of 3 more states. Which now puts me to 9/50 or 18%. Almost a fifth! Hurray. And it only took us three days and 1704 miles or 2742 km. When can we go again? I owe Megan so much. She easily became my best girl friend here, because she was so wonderfully uncomplicated and I think she enjoyed having me around to introduce me to the country ways. I can’t wait to return the favour in Germany, Europe or wherever. And – I am truly excited to spend the 4th of July and the epitome of ‘merica with her.

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