COACHELLA 2007 IN FRAGMENTS
I imagined walking into Target a month hence, and seeing those cute young cashiers with their nose piercings and their low-slung jeans, and having to admit that I had bailed on the long-awaited reunion of Rage Against the Machine because I had a cold, and that humiliation was intolerable to me.
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MAX AND JASON: DAYS 9 AND 10
On our journey across these United States, Max and I drove over 3600 miles. Now, if Max hadn’t drifted off onto I-94, that number would be about 250 miles lower, but still: That’s quite a drive.
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MAX AND JASON: DAY 8
If you plan on staying at the Courtyard Marriott in Washington, D.C., make sure you request the “adult-size” sheets. Otherwise, they may give you the baby sheets.
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MAX AND JASON: DAY 7
Like Harvey Keitel in “Bad Lieutenant” I wanted to bust a cap in that damn radio’s ass, but I kept my service revolver holstered and we eventually arrived in Washington, D.C.
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MAX AND JASON: DAY 6
“I will not eat at any restaurant that urges me to visit their ‘World Famous Gravy Bar’.”
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MAX AND JASON: DAY 5
So we sped into Chicago singing along to Led Zeppelin- “Goin’ to Chicago... Going to Chicago... Sorry but I can't take you...” which is probably like some life goal of mine that I hadn’t realized before.
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MAX AND JASON: DAYS 3 AND 4
Somebody is doing a brisk business selling embroidered patches which read “Helmet Laws Suck”.
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MAX AND JASON: DAYS 1 AND 2
AS PER MY PLAN, I stayed up all night, skinny-dipping at William's.
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