john frusciante's prune juice spilled on my new fire blanket

lords and ladies,

i am on vacation. enough dust bunnies have suffered up through the black plastic vacuum pipe that i justify a brief hiatus to a land of mirth and worth and girth. fat tramp sessions are in order with the eleven year old asians, if you know what i mean. don't call the cops.

everybody would be doing themselves a huge favor to check out the new tune by julia massey, an independent singer/songwriter out of brooklyn- she's got her music up for free on myspace, and her new song "surfing on an astral plane" is like a hundred dollars in your ice cream cone. check out her plans to tour cities this summer in the name of indie music and alternative fuels.

find that at www.myspace.com/juliamassey

in regards to how i'm roughly mapping this journey out, i've basically plotted a path using mapquest from bridge to bridge, but i am cheating some bits, as i want to virtually "pass" through cities that i wouldn't necessarily hit straight as an arrow from san francisco. when i do finally reach denver, i might actually be in wyoming, the longitude is less important to me, if you understand. the journey is a trip from west to east, a straight shot on paper, but a constellation of stops along the way in my noggin.

three day's distance: 22.50 miles

total distance crossed: 324.31 miles

m.o.n. nevada