Sunglasses

Drove today from Seattle to SLC and on the way I was wearing my new ray-bans, which are really heavy, and I started to worry that the weight plus the constant wearing, because we are always in the sunlight, was going to fold my ears down and permanently make my ears stick out, so I took them off, you know precautionary measures. But then I started to think about all the people who wear regular eyeglasses all the time, but then again maybe their ears stick out a little bit, so I decided to regiment my sunglass wearing into 45 minute intervals.

Just a minor day in the life of a ten second thought of jake frank.

Jake Frank is currently lying in a bed in Salt Lake City, about 10 inches away from Eric (as jake type's this he glances over at eric to see if he is reading it, which he isnt).

Jake Frank has just decided to write the rest of this blog in the third person.

Leave San Fran via the Golden Gate bridge. Head into Napa and Sonoma Valley. Flip a coin on what winery to visit. Flip coin again. Decide on Rutherford Hills, which is located in a cave hollowed out of a hillside. Drink some wine. Leave wine country, where actually only 5% of California's wine is produced, so not really THE wine country but really just wine country.

Between Napa and Seattle we stop twice, once in cali, and again in a motel outside of Portland. Funny thing about the west coast, the further north you go the more southern it gets.

Oregon is nice, Portland is a cool city, Crater lake is nice, and thats about all Jake has to say about that.

Seattle is tits. (foreshadowing). (its not another strip club).

boom.