When I turned 28, I went on a road trip across the country – I wanted to be on my own and try things I’ve never tried before. It was great but the drives got lonely and long. I leisurely drank Budweiser out of a Styrofoam cup all the way across HWY 70.
I was on my way to California. There, I scored some pot for the first time in my life. It was really good. I took HWY 70 on my way home, too.
I hallucinated through the Rockies.