"On the Road" by Jack Kerouac i couldn't really tell you, she said. It*s been a long time.
A lot of people have that reaction wwhen I ask them that. Embarrassed, or
truly having forgotten, by the time you*re as old as we were it*s hard to
put a date on the last time you thought it was a good idea to put that into
your body and wait for the trip to start. I remember the first time though.
It was exceptionally sunny, we*d just parked, and from nowhere Danny pulled
out pizza slices and the ziplock of moldy mushroom caps. The slices became
shroomed to make them more edible, and we walked from the car toward the
growing crowd outside the first Lalapalooza