This morning my head popped off the pillow with the intensity and excitement of Christmas morning. I’m surprised I slept at all last night. 24 hours from now, I will be in Chicago. 6 hours from now, our road trip begins. This trip is probably one of the most American things I’ve ever done. It’s your traditional bildingsroman (yeah, I used it, so what? Wanna fight about it?) story. Two men embark on a cross-country adventure encountering perils no one could foresee. How perfect.
This is the quintessential American Dream. This is a country where no one can become some one over night, and where any one can find the opportunity to pull themselves up by their bootstraps. Well, Chris is that no one. And those straps on those boots are joust, atlasphere, breakthrough and conquer, skytrack and the eliminator. Surely good fortune will follow us to Chicago; it is the centurion’s fate.
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