I pulled up to the state line with "Beautiful Day" blaring on my CD player. And it was. After a trip to IWU, Tucky, and 20 hours on the rode, I finally made it. Texas. On the way I pushed Cooper's dead car a quarter of mile down a highway to a church parking lot, visited Payton's seven bedroom house and mowed a couple of his eight acres, prayed over his little country church, saw Indiana's first capital and its local drug store (Butt Drug), had a burger and half at Cooper's house, fed the rest to his dog Taz, got lost in downtown St. Louis at 2AM trying to take a picture of the arch, slept two hours in a Walmart parking lot, called my mom every couple hours to tell I was still alive, passed a cowboy cop driving a dodge van filled with handcuffed scowndrals, took my picture in front of the Texas state line, saw the largest cross in the western hemisphere (even Jesus is bigger in Texas), and smelled a 72 ounce steak in Amarillo (it's free if you can eat it).
