BACK TO THE COAST

   I’m trying to rack my brain as to what happened to Trent but for the life of me I can’t remember. Syd and I hitch-hiked to Cheyanne, Wyoming and jumped on I-80 west. We were going to head back over to San Francisco but made a stop in Salt Lake for a couple hours since that place fuckin sucks. Fuckin Mormons everywhere, fuck them! They’re fucked! I can’t believe it , but years later my buddy, Wet Brain Zack, got smoked by a car here when he was flying a sign. Out of all the places to die. To top it off, he probably got smoked by a Mormon. Fuck.

  From Salt Lake we headed over to Reno. I really liked Reno, we had a good time here, although I really don’t remember much. A couple years later, I went to Las Vegas and I thought Reno was way better. In these two cities you can eat for dirt cheap. You can get a whole meal for a few bucks, so that’s cool. They want you spending your money in the casinos, not on food. I went gambling a few times but I stuck out like a sore thumb and always got kicked out because I was too young. No free drinks for me! I’m not a big gambler anyway.

  So after fucking around for a week or so we hit the interstate again. It took us a really long time to get out of Reno and it was hot as fuck! Finally a pick-up truck pulls over but there was no room in the front so we had to jump in the back. I don’t know what it is but every time I get in the back of someone’s pick-up it turns out to be a crazy ride. You have to go through the Sierra Nevada mountains to get to California, which is a really beautiful ride, but also has huge drop-offs on either side of the small ass guardrail. This guy was flying down the interstate at 100 miles an hour. Syd and I were thinking we were going to die around every corner. So you could say we were relieved as fuck when we got to Sacramento. Our plan was to head over to San Francisco for a minute then hitch up to the border and walk across the beach back into Canada.