I've been on vacation. Finally.
I drove my Torino out into the desert and spent three nights in Twentynine Palms. I'm too tired to discuss the trip or the Joshua Tree or any movies or the deserted family fun park I sneaked into through a hole in the fence or the ghost of Gram Parsons staring at me from a window so I'm sharing pictures. I will say this however, I did spend time at The Joshua Tree Inn in Room number 8 where Parsons died and, in one of my photos, he is staring at me from the back window. But I'm beat so I could be hallucinating. The desert does make you feel crazy. And high.
At one of the last Drive-In Movie Theaters in Southern California. Watched 16 Blocks. You can't see the screen obviously but Bruce Willis is holed up in a bus with Mos Def and...oh fuck it (spoiler)...Mos Def gets the stupid bakery.
Gram Parsons famed Room # 8. I'm thirsty.
In Parsons' room with a stuffed pony. There's a weird gold glow on my forehead. And I'm tired.
The back of Parsons' room. And the face in the upper right window. You can see it when the picture is large. I swear I didn't take anything. Well, maybe a little something.
Going to watch a movie and go to bed.