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Waking up at 11:30 a.m.
Raw Cacao Protein Drink with Banana, Blueberries, and Almond Milk. Navel Orange.
Organizing – packing.
Grilled PB&J. Olive Oil Potato Chips. Green Tea. Chocolate Chip Oat and Almond Cookie.
Teaching a slew of lessons at Music Makers. Introducing "Always Forever" by Cults to Elly, my ten-year-old vocal student. It's a perfect fit.
Back home. Last minute packing. Ana is terribly flustered and out of her element. "Me and packing don't mix," she exclaims. I try to calm her down. When trying to decide if it's necessary to bring this not-yet-ripened pineapple, "If I can take my purse, I can take a pineapple!"
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We're waiting on Calum, Josiah, and Bianca to pick us up – they're a little bit late. Ana and I take advantage of the extra time to engage in a little pick-me-up sex upstairs. They arrive. We're fortunate enough to borrow a white Sienna mini-van from Calum's girl. Setting up the black futon mattress in the middle and playing Tetris to figure out where all the luggage and bags will go. After a quick stop at Wawa we're on the road bound to Austin, Texas for the biggest music festival America has to offer, South by Southwest.
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Ana and I enjoy a packed dinner of Kale Greens with Carrots, Tomatoes, and Hard-Boiled Eggs.
The familiar stench of the paper mill off US-58 fills our nostrils.
"There's the paper mill," I announce.
"That is the smell of sadness," Ana says.
Josiah drives us into the night. I maintain the role of his passenger seat sidekick – deejaying – diving into deep talks about mind control and interconnectedness. I grab him a banana from the back and an Apple for myself. Meanwhile, the cooing haunting sounds of Radiohead make an appropriate soundtrack to the strange topic of our conversation.
It's almost 4 a.m. and it's my turn to take the wheel. While everybody rests their minds and bodies I conjure up enough energy from a cup of joe and Plantain Chips to drive us around the cusp of South Carolina and through Atlanta. At 7 a.m. I'm spent. Josiah and I migrate to the futon on the floor and catch Z's until New Orleans.
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