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After Vegas Jack insisted that we drive like maniacs so as to wake up in San Francisco. I now looked at him as if three heads had sprung up 'round his shoulders, we were looking at a 7-8 hour drive. A lot of it was some beautiful country and some, not so beautiful.We got gas some place in the desert and there was no Davie Crocket romance there, but I think if we had wanted some Meth- no problem. We then got lost once again and found ourselves on the wrong side of the tracks as the "highway" turned to dirt road. Just before we get lost we pulled off the highway and find a little desert town called Baker, we get gas and I buy Jack a tough ass hat to celebrate his big win. Down the road like a mirage a greek restaurant, with a drive through. We order what amounts to two Donairs to add to a sixer Jack got at the gas station- so much for veggie after the cali border.
The desert vistas were fantastic and for this Northern Quebec born boy, to see so much desert, Joshua trees and beautiful desolation was thrilling. It was just this landscape that I have so wanted to see my whole life: too many matinee movies and cheesy 70's television shows.
We did it, again thanks to Jack's insistence, a very long drive, probably on a slightly longer highway(due to slow motion navigating once again on my part- too much to see). We arrived at the hotel at midnight. But what a great room.
In the Hotel: I passed out fully clothed on one of two massive king size beds, each with a TV by its side. Jack, still wired, watched TV some show on PBS about the start of the world. I should never have bought him those Energy pills at that gas station.
As for that pic, well Jack has developed a great FauxHawk look on this trip that will def-o suite his California hustle, perhaps he & Beckham can trade tips. Vic and Meg can shop together.
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