Bat Country

So. Here we are. In the middle of Bat Country. It had become clear to me, that I agreed to travel America with a mad man.

We were amidst the reptiles. Swimming in the pool. There were crazy men shouting at us. He had tattoo's all over him and I couldn't understand a word he said. He told us he had never been to Canada and asked us , "Where the ladies were at". This was proving to be incredibly annoying. I was thinking about throwing limes at him, simply to distract his primitive mind. Jesse had NOT handed me a beer at this moment.

Finally, the man had disappeared. We were alone now. The mescaline was kicking in slowly.

I had realized that I had no idea what I was talking about. Only fear and common sense were holding anyone back from doing anything. It had become clear to me, as we both had less than a hundred dollars left for this trip. We simply didn't care. This was the last free state! Who was to hold us back? The man? Any man? There were two men walking down the Fremont strip today and they said to us as we were drinking beers in the middle of the street, "DAMN! They got dem 211's goin' on! "

I have no sense of what I'm writing now, this post needs to end before the next ice age takes over.

Until we meet again, Bat Country....