At a McDonald's outside of Indianapolis recovering from the white-knuckle experience of riding in the passenger seat while my brother-in-law with Aspergers syndrome drove us through downtown traffic.

And, then, all of a sudden, we were in Indiana.

Just rolled into St. Louis. I know they say the city is the gateway to the West, but to me it feels like a gateway to the East.

A night on the town. Saw some friends. Had some conversations. Learned some things. Then it was time to sleep.

I space out. God, this beer is good.

Some people talk. Some people listen. She talks. We listen. Be quiet, I think to myself.

$3.00 is a good deal for a beer, which is why we came to S&B Burger Joint for dinner.

Reading/writing last words of the day before workout, dinner, drinks.