I often don't understand how I find myself in these situations, but I've learned to stop questioning them. There really isn't any over-riding logic towards the events in my life. So, when Kurt said he wanted to drive to Washington to see Krist, I didn't think much of it. Besides, a cross-country drive seemed like a lot of fun. Of course, a cross-country trip wouldn't be complete without picking up Dave in Virginia.
And so, we picked up Dave and drove, for several days. We didn't really talk all the much, really. There was nothing that needed to be said. We all took turns making our way across the country, sleeping when we could. When we reached Washington, Kurt was driving. Dave was sleeping in the back next to me, while I stared out at the passing cars on a rainy, miserable washington afternoon. Dave woke up and sleepily asked, "How close are we?"
Kurt responded, "We still have a couple more hours, probably."
"Where is Krist living nowadays, anyway?"
"He's living in Wahkiakum, but we're not going there. We're gonna meet him at his summer house."
I finally chimed in with a "must be good to be a big rich rock star." Dave just agreed, and the rain kept coming.
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