I've now gone thousands of miles in every direction from my point of origin, only to realize that it doesn't matter where you are, but rather who you are with. And I'm alone.
Why do I learn life lessons the hard and expensive way?
P.S. Bambi ran into the side of my car in downtown Medicine Hat, Alberta. Bambi gently stripped my car of its right side mirror and my radio antenna (which sucks, because I forgot all but one of my CDs home). Good news: Bambi kept running afterwards, which means I was the victim of a hit and run. Not the other way around.
You should see my car...