Let me finish this thread. Quickly.

It took 39 hours to drive..My dad drove 1 hour of that. His driving is not so good anymore. He kepy getting off on the next exit... The 2nd day in I was beat..but he was driving me crazy and his alzeimers was kicking in and he was trying to pull the keys out of the ignition as we were driving. He was tripping..He was trying to turn off the TV..except there was no TV. He was taking about the windshield. He was trying to turn off the windshield cause he thought it was the TV. He lost the keys in Texas at a rest stop. Took me over an hour to finally find them in one of the trash cans. Who knows why he threw them away. He was just talking crazy the whole time. Not sure of where he was or what he was doing.

Fuck it.. The end.. I am done with this story.. Just wanted to finish it. I need new things to talk about. I do have some..and I did take some good pictures that I will post soon..