Steve checked his GPS. The destination was only eight hours away now. It felt like he had been driving forever already. Strange to see that he still had a full workday left.

The longest drive he had taken back at home was a four hour trip to 

Chicago

. Other than that he mostly stuck around his home town. Went up to 

Westcity

once in a while.

He had a really boring life now that he thought of it. He wondered if he'd regret it later. Fuck. He already regretted it. Maybe that's why he abandoned the gas station to make this trip. What the hell was he doing?

He could just turn around. There'd be nothing for him at The 

Seaside Rest

. It was just an annoying song that played on the radio. Strangely the radio ad played so far from the actual location. He wouldn't make it there tonight. He would have to sleep someplace. A chain hotel along the highway. He was getting tired. Was hungry too. But was too tired so he'd probably just pass out and eat a big breakfast at a Denny's in the morning.