Discovered our new favorite breakfast place in Orange County, drove to LA, stopped by the Museum of Death, checked into Jim Morrison's infamous room 32, drank a bottle of whiskey, had a forgettable night at Barney's Beanery, and somehow found our way back into Jim's room.
"I might not have the maps and I might have lost the compass but we're never going to stop traveling and we'll be lost and stay lost and live lost as long as it's together we'll be. What if I was more, and by more, I mean enough?"
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