Drive: Day 2

Indiana after sunrise.



Fuck, this state is flat.



I asked the driver if we could blow that shit up. He just snorted and said he's seen a lot worse. The only good bus would be one with a beer logo on it. I have spoken.



Into Illinois. No sign. Do you feel disappointed? Bite me then.



Apparently, there's never a shortage of road work jobs in Chicago.



The Chicago skyline.



Right two lanes, dipshit. I've got beer to find. Hurry up.



Yes, baby. Cum to daddy.