 © Steve Figueroa Photography It's definitely a Monday. Rainy, gloomy, and I'm now in Jacksonville, FL. I'm not saying that Jacksonville is where all zombie apocalypse scenarios play out, or that the driving technique here must have been borrowed from elite Mossad defensive driving school in a land where roads do not have lane markers, but I nearly died several times today. I left the bustling metropolis of Deltona, FL around 6am. With the help of my trusty sidekick and brother, Danny, we made an absolute fucking mess of unpacking and repacking my car full of only the essentials. Like water bottles, a rape whistle (you never know, someone might have a fetish for this medium stack of Puerto Rican lava), bunch of camera gear, and only the clothes I truly planned on using. Moving makes you realise how much shit you have that you honestly will never use again but you keep it because it occupies space in your closet and makes you feel safe and warm. Screw that! I donated 4 big bags of clothes to the Goodwill on 434 in Longwood. The night before, we gave a ton of stuff to my mother's friend whose family didn't have anything in their home. They got a new bed, coffee table, end tables, vacuum, dishes, pots & pants, and whatever I knew I couldn't use on the road. She really appreciated and it felt good to give directly to someone in need. I think all families go through rough times and some point. And we as a community need to always be there help each other.  © Steve Figueroa Photography Now, one of the things I realized I needed was good road-trip music. This is going to be a 3500 mile journey across the country and I need some theme music. Not to mention, the month I drove Uber and Lyft I seriously considered driving into a ravine after being subjected to hours and hours of Fetty Wap and other scholarly musical proteges. I will admit, that dude "Future" isn't too bad. And like most teens these days, I am addicted to The Weeknd (pro. week-und). I am not ashamed to admit that. But this first leg of the trip is all Beck, Sublime, and Cake.  © Steve Figueroa Photography Making the decision to spend the night in Jacksonville was not planned. However, I didn't want to wrap my car around the tree. I thought going to Taco Bell for a breakfast burrito would help wake me. I ended up to nodding off in the parking lot, only to be awaken by an employee having a colorful conversation with whoever was on the other end of circa 2004 Bluetooth headset, followed immediately by the thermonuclear war going on inside my belly. Remember - say no to sour cream before noon. If you enjoyed this, brace yourself for some awesome times. Please help support this comedic photographic journey across the country by going to: https://www.gofundme.com/stevesfreshstart and donating a couple of bucks. 
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