In the summer of 2004, my ex-girlfriend Ana and I were on a cross-country road trip on our way from my parents’ house in West Virginia to summer internships we had in Los Angeles—hers at the Feminist Majority Foundation and mine at The Advocate newsmagazine (back when it was still in print form, as well).
As is bound to happen on long car rides, we got bored, and somewhere on I-40 while crossing the barren landscape of northern Texas, we decided to play car games to keep ourselves occupied. Continue reading
The Procrastinating Writer 