Java, during the summer after my


freshman year at UCLA, me and 4 friends, 3 of whom are brothers one year apart, took a road trip to Wisconsin to visit their cousin who had come to SoCal to visit the summer before. She was a totally cool girl. Anyway, and this is no lie, as we're driving through the tiny town of Winslow, AZ, that song comes on the radio; we all looked at each other in amazement and just couldn't believe it. What were the odds of that happening? Btw, what the heck are you doing in Winslow, AZ? I guess there wasn't a gril in a flatbed ford slowin down to take a look at you.


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