Thrifty:

We have spent the last few days travelling with, “The Fucking Hantavirus,” The University of New Mexico ultimate Frisbee team. Our host, Ben, hooked us up with a mini tour of Arizona: Tuscon to Phoenix, Tempe and back. While leaving New Mexico something funny happened..

The team had decided to grab some road beers.

“Who wants to DD?” asked Dylan the owner of the van.

“I’ll do it,” I say, I want to do it.”

At this point the sun is setting and the only pair of glasses I own are sun glasses with a 5-year-old out of date prescription.

The sun starts to set when someone realizes that the only sober person is the one that can’t see at night.

Today we are going to buy jackets and head North on the train to Santa Fe, N.M. The Burquenos tell us that it just as cool as Albuquerque, with a lot of hippies. I’m stoked to keep moving, each mile down gets us closer to more truth and better understanding, but are also meaningless. We don’t have deadlines or major responsibilities, and flying through the state only cheats us out of experiencing that state the way it is supposed to. Sure, you should see the sights, but building friendships is a lot more satisfying.

So to the fucking hantavirus boys in the ABQ, stay safe and study hard… not eeeeven.