and it took high school seniors to a college in iowa where you only had to take one class a day for about month.
you were in that class for like three hours a day, maybe four, every day
when you went home you did your homework for a few hours and after that you were done for the day.
then at the end of the month you’d take your finals and then youd get a few days off
next month youd start a new class.
when i was 17 i knew i wasnt going to no cornell college in iowa, i knew i was coming to californee
but i was intrigued to be able to spend the night in iowa at a real college.
none of my friends from my high school wanted to come with, and that was fine with me.
on the bus i saw these two beautiful girls.
one was named rise the other was tracey. i was shy, but on that bus i said to myself fuckit, im moving to california in a few months, what do i have to lose?
and we talked all the way to dumb cornell college and all the way back the next day.
i was instantly in love with tracey (not pictured), but i kept in touch with both of them via the post. we’d send letters and cards and phone once in a while. what have you.
right before i turned 21 i had some time on my hands and rise was in switzerland at some fancy college and she said come out and we can travel around europe a little.
and sure enough i had made enough money selling tvs on commission that i said, fine!
and rise had this korean roomate named ae, who just happened to be from iowa, and i fell in love with her immediately. pictured. we all traveled around switzerland for a little while then paris. we spoke so much french i started dreaming in french. it was loco.
then the girls had to go back to college and i kept roaming europe. first germany and then scandanavia.
best month of my life until october / early november 2016
and it all started with a bus ride
for no good reason