A road trip was just the thing for me and my friend. We would drive from one side of the country to the other, sell the car upon arrival, and fly back home. There was no hurry. We could enjoy the adventure that every day could bring. In fact we had allowed for several months of adventure.
Around the fourth day we started to argue. He wanted to turn left and I want to turn right. He wanted to see the city and I wanted to see the national park. In the end I gave in and we went to the city.
Once we were in the city he said he was taking the night off and went off clubbing somewhere and probably got drunk or whatever. I was left alone, so I took the vehicle and started to drive the few days home.
When I got home he was already back. He’d flown. So we had a huge row and that was the last time we spoke.