back in berkeley.

the drive up was... eventful. i don't think i'll ever caravan again. i guess it started when my car arrived half an hour late to roy's house and it took us another 5-10 minutes to transfer the luggage in the backseat of my car to roach's car. and then i lost my keys, preventing roy's mom from being able to leave the driveway. and then roach and i got lost following roy within the first five minutes on the way to the gas station. and then i didn't know how to use the gas pump that only ghetto places like downey still use. and then roy almost ran me off the freeway cuz he didn't check before switching lanes. and then roy's car started smoking like crazy after he slammed on the brakes to prevent himself from rear-ending me [i braked really hard cuz the car in front of me braked hard suddenly too]. after letting roy lead again, my car watched little puffs of smoke spurt out occasionally from roy's car all the way to margaret's house. upon arriving, we all watched smoke creep out from under roy's hood and liquid drip from his car. on the way up to berkeley, i led and roy was sandwiched between roach and me. i never drove over 90 mph and i checked the rearview mirror every 20 seconds to make sure roy's car was ok. it took us 8 hours to reach berkeley.

i'm grateful we all got here safely except poor (_I_)crack. unfortunately, i don't like berkeley and i wish i could go back home.