yes, boys and girls, it’s almost that time again. time for another fear and loathing road trip up into the true heart of darkness. it begins very soon. a nine or ten day trip to the central valley and the insanity that awaits. lurking like some fiend from the bowels of hell. i say, bring it. it’s time to rock ‘n’ roll, once again. the addled oldsters banging back old tom barleycorn, vino vertas, plus beer for breakfast and lunch like there’s no tomorrow. and perhaps there isn’t.
three nights of supreme depravity and debauchery steep like a sleeping succubus while the cabin in the sierra foothills sits getting even colder as more snow silently falls. great mounds of the white stuff sit and wait to be used as a refrigerator for the beer, white wine, and vodka. sweet, jesus, life is good.
the imagination races and roils at the thought. let the weekend begin. let madness reign. rock ‘n’ roll.