7 years ago.

Having just graduated college, my family rewarded me with a 2005 corolla. Handed down from family member to family member, it was now my turn to take the wheel into youths adventure. My lease had ended, which prompted me to throw most of my belongings into the local dumpster. I had no need for bookshelves or couches, for I had no books nor home. I had no need for Ramen or a microwave, because I no longer subsisted on salty noodles or old fast food. I was free! Free from the mires of college, work, and responsibility.

So what I did I do? I decided to go on a drive. I brought with me an acoustic guitar, ramen (I decided I would still subsist on ramen), and a girl. She brought her perfume and other lady things. That's all we needed. We were going to go across the coast of California where would find ourselves and try to figure out what to do with our useless degrees.

The trip was nice, at first. We drove from Humboldt to Oakland all the way to Ventura. Once we got to the coastal cliffs, however, I began to tire. Driving across highway 1 in one day is quite the task, and my gf decided I needed some motivation.

So when did my 'Sex Drive' hit me? Right about when my car tumbled off the cliff mid blow. As we fell through the air, my car became a flurry of broken broken guitar strings, noodles, perfume, and lady things....and man stuff.

By the end of the trip I was now free of college, work, responsiblity, a car, and a relationship.