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October 03, 2002
hitching reno to vegas(holy crap
hitching reno to vegas
(holy crap i learned some html tags!)
got dropped off at the pilot station 30 minutes outside of reno, it's kinda cheating maybe to start so far out of town but it took me so long to get to this town that i don't care. what am i saying, how can there be cheating in hitchhiking? anyways, i waited there for 2 hours or so, till this local of fernley told me i was leaving from the wrong place and drove me to where the 95 starts. i got picked up quick from there, by this guy who's a distributor for keebler. he says, "you know, cookies and crackers." i said i knew about that stuff. we had a good talk and i remembered a good thing said by david sedaris about hitchhiking, that of always agreeing with the person who's giving you a ride. this cookie and cracker salesman started talking about some "awesome" stripclub he'd been to in dallas texas that was owned by members of the (shittiest racist redneck) rock group (ever) pantera. He said it was 2 stories tall and you could sometimes see members of the band there. "wow," i said, "sounds pretty cool."
he dropped me off in hawthorne, nv, a shittown i never ever ever want to be in again. i was stuck there prolly 3 hours, i walked all the way across town and back carrying my backpack, it was depressing as hell. the local kids had neck tattoos and kept asking if i had any "bud." "no." i told them. then persistance, or luck, or whatever you want to call it prevailed, and a beat to hell ford van pulled over and i run up to it. inside were curtis and echo, two 17 year old kids from oregon who'd blown off school and neglected to tell their folks that they were going to be gone for a while. their old dalmation dog named buddy was a shedding machine, i know cause i got to sit in the back with him. these kids drove fast as hell and we made good time, when i put on my seatbelt curtis asked if i was scared yet, i told him i always wear seatbelts as a rule. the winds were gusting and the van was shaking and we were flying down the desert highway listening to rap music about smoking dope. it was alright.
we got to vegas and I sold one of their glasspipes to the hippie pipe store here on maryland parkway across from the university (where i am now) for them, then i bought them some cigarettes and left them to sleep in their van in front of some apartment complex. they were good kids and in love, echo kept trying to make out with curtis when he was driving and i thought we were gonna collide with a semi truck going the other way. luckily, that was not the case.
i called up my friend sara when i got here, we went to the crown and anchor bar for a beer or two, then she showed me where her old apartment was, they had to turn in the keys today so i was able to sleep there last night, the most fun was i had to climb up onto the balcony cause the door was locked, it had a cool mantle move and i felt pretty proud of myself. i'd rate it a V-0+. hehe.
this morning regan came by and me with me, she dropped off the keys then went to class, but i think she's gonna let me stay at her folks' house this evening, either that or sara, who brought me soup this morning, showed me a secure looking building to sleep on top of at the university. as long as i sneak down i won't have trouble. depending on if i can find a place on this side of town to stay and if i can borrow a bike, i will prolly stay through tuesday. then it's off to flagstaff, arizona, a town which people here speak highly of. on saturday night here in vegas in this mediocre bar called the cooler lounge, a band i've heard of called i can lick any son of a bitch in the house is playing, that should be cool. i totally love my new dorky cd/mp3/.wma player, i have prolly 130 cd's compressed down on 9 cdr's. travelling with music is new to me, it's great though, unless you're stuck in hawthorne listening th the alkaline trio and "idioteque" by radiohead and feeling lonesome. that's when you put have to put on the record pefect from now on by built to spill and dance around on the side of the road with your thumb out.
Posted by bendan at October 3, 2002 02:12 PM
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