Sun Poisoning

       After refueling both our bellies and gas tank, along with contacting family in Chicago, Chris and I took out the reliable GPS and began to map our next move. One month prior, Chris and I seemed to believe Detroit to Chicago would be a two hour drive. However, we plugged in our coordinates and turns out it would be a seven hour tour.
       With the sun setting and curse words rambling from our mouths, we once again hit the road. Six hours later we entered the skyway, a road similar to that of the Indianapolis 500. With cars weaving and flying and rain beginning to pellet our car, we pushed through the monsoon. After rafting to the front door from the curb we finally arrived at Uncle Jerry and Aunt Claire's beautiful home. Proceeding a night cap, which included cheese sandwiches and milk with Uncle Jerry, we fell onto our separate beds. As I was entering into a deep slumber I heard Chris begin to wail and moan. Worried, I knocked on his door and entered to see him clutching his bright red right arm saying, "damn the sun." Alas, one thousand miles later, a casualty to the brutality of the open road.