so i am about to embark on what i think to be the worst ride on my life. i trip to the boondocks. a trip to hell on earth where there where would be no music no drugs no love no joy in general. i arrive at the bus station at 3:30 in the morning only to sit in the dark for an hour and a half. i had to lug a 50 pound bag with enough clothes to last me for 3 months with me and all the shit i would need to survive you know like deodorant soap detergant blah blah blah. finally the grey hound arrives and i set of on the mission set forth by fate and misfortune. we stop several times and between each time i sleep but one time something tells me to stay awake and i meet this girl. she doesnt look like yer typical hippie girl but it turns out she had been touring since she was 7 and had seen the dead more times than she could count. she even knew some of my friends. we had a few stops together and toked and bought some food. we talked of past shows and of the good times wed have in the future. we talked of our good and bad times and what wed do when wed part. we talk of our firsts and what we had and hadnt done. that dreary and awful bus ride turned into the best trip i ever took even though it was taking me to hell. that one person changed my life and is still doing it today.