Another week of searching for jobs and taking photos. I think I'll work at McDonald's as a decoy, I can't get a job anywhere else. Undercover burg flipping. Prepared for the day I encounter the Hamburgler and return what belongs to Ron. For real though I feel like I'm driving on a long highway, just seeing all of the sights and thinking but not actually doing. "Dang check out arches, maybe I'll, nah I'll just drive. I mean I try to do a lot, however nothing seems to actually happen when I stop. And the only place I do seem to stop at is McDicks but the happy meals aren't any happier.
Probably just being hard on myself, I jump into lakes without thinking and drink unknown liquids. Feeling vs Reality
The rain finally cleared the smoke and we had a beautiful race day at the last official cup. Man it has been a memorable year photographing the event. It was like 200 broken, barely fixed, parts. A few joyfully rolled ankles, some sad moments seeing people wipe out bad, pieces of happiness seeing people you know who worked hard for a podium, Hundreds of new abs from jokes you can't say no to, and most importantly a family who you wouldn't trade out for anything.
I know it's a long way to the top, many more long nights are ahead, the time away will be worth the goal. Even if the road is a long one I won't complain, I'll just roll down the windows and get that drive through.
The secret service will be after me soon -lil rach