Ages ago before I went to jail for 2 years and became an offficial prisoner of the war on drugs, I was driving through nebraskla with a girl I had meet two days PRior at some function neither of us remebered completely. we Were tripping off of two hits of medicora acid we had picked up in Colorado, when The girl, her name was michel,Starts freaking out, as stupid teenybobber chicks often do on acid. She stops the car in the middle of nowhere and kicks me out. I'm sitting by the side of the road, hoping that in a few hours she'll be back, when A White suberu with driven by this girl with a green mohawk stops, and I get a ride to the bus station. The car smell the way my dorm room always smelss, and that was a good sign, In no time at all we were wsmopking a joint driving down the highway, it wasn't the best weeed I'd ever had, but I enjoyed it. We stopp in Iowas and this girl who I'd never meet before gives me Half an ounce and 150 bucks to buy a bus tickect and find michele. The girl with the mohawk, Anna, gave me her phone number but I lost it by the time I got off the bus in minnasota, tragic, fucking tragic