12 hours seemed a long drive. He was next to me. I played on his iPhone. We chatted for hours about nothing. Listened to Juanes over and over again. Stretched our legs. Stopped for burgers. Drank coffee from a tin canister. Ate red grapes. Slept. Danced in our seats. Bought semi-fresh pastries from a gas station. Checked out familiar scenery. Acted like it was new scenery. Sat in silence a few times.
