200th

I'll tell you what's my favourite thing to do. (Besides getting retarded and what not.) I love being shotgun to a spontaneous sunsetting cruising adventure.

Venturing away from the busy city and into those narrow one ways boarded by open fields. Beside The Greatest Man and with my iPod in the jack. His favourite thing used to be playing with us in the grass across the street after work. He told me about how he regretted not taking photos of himself in the places he went to as an adventurist. And some strangers may know that two days before his wedding, he was stuck within an air raid and his wife-to-be was dealing with flight delays coming from Canada. There's something about a cruise that just wakens every pore, particle, and ponder. And pairing myself on a Sunday cruising session with My Old Man was a darn good treat. We sang to Beatles covers and Elton John. Walked down fancy sidewalks with melting scoops of ice cream. Drove through fields of grapevines and searched for some good pie. And as we drove back, we went through memories as we drove into the setting sun.