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Looking back and driving forward

Heading west

I am a firm believer in the power of road trips. The closest major city to Houston, in any direction, is more than two hours away. (No, y’all, I’m not counting Galveston, and you’re not going to change my mind on this.) So in some ways you could argue that,
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The stars at night are big and bright

Heading West

For my 16th birthday, I asked my parents to drive me out to the middle of nowhere. We left the Houston area, passed the Buc-ee’s (side note, California, y’all should invest in a Buc-ee’s establishment; you’re sorely lacking), left Huntsville behind, turned off the highway and then turned off that
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Signs and wonders

Heading west

Sufjan Stevens takes the aspects of Christianity that hurt me the most — an unhealthy focus on death and brokenness — and confronts them.
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Coming out of my cage

Heading West

I am from Houston, Texas. At least, that is what I say on day one of discussion section whenever we go around making our introductions.
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Bye, losers

There’s a bench on the north side of campus, covered in graffiti and constantly surrounded by empty liquor bottles, cigarette butts and the occasional pair of underwear. It’s hidden, tucked away in a patch of trees on a detour path you’ve probably only ever taken if you don’t fear murder — or if you work for The Daily Californian, in which case you fear nothing, because you feel nothing.
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