I've been chompin' at the bit for the last five days looking forward to hitting up the high desert just outside of Twentynine Palms this weekend. Today the day is here. Fuck yeah! T-minus 2 hours and 10 minutes until I spark up a fat one and hit the road. The only way to remain sane on I-10 through Riverside County is to be stoned out of your gord. I would say that Riverside County traffic is maybe 1/2 notch above LA traffic, but sometimes it's worse. It's about a 2 1/2 hour drive from work if I obey the speed limit. Needless to say, I plan on getting there in two hours or less.
I've got Zeppelin III in my CD player for the first hour of bullshit traffic, and once the stone wears off I have a little Dopes To Infinity on deck ready to crank. I don't know what it is, but I love being baked on a road trip with music crankin' to pass the time. It's just one of life's simple pleasures that I can really appreciate.
Have a great weekend everyone. In two hours this will be me....well, except I wont have dreads and I wont be black.