Go West.

If you can make it, get there... go west.  Which reminds me of being 11 years old in a 1981 Toyota Corolla station wagon with my dad, my 2 brothers, and my German Shepherd, driving around Mexico for 3 weeks.  I had a walkman and a single cassette - Midnight Oil on one side, and The Pet Shop Boys on the other.  I haven't listened to either since, although my friend Jeffrey Lee had a period in high school where he got way into the Pet Shop Boys.  I should call him and give him some shit for that.

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