O.K. Now something needs to be done about the freeway systems in L.A. As I headed out to try to make it home it became much more involved then I thought it would be. First off, the five freeway was closed of all things, so I had to go to the 91 then over to the 405 north, then over to the 101, where I could follow it to home and my family. That ride, like others I’ve had I might add, was long drawn out and painful. At Gaviota pass I met a guy that partied for “days” as he put it in Goleta and decided to take the bicycle he had purchased for ten dollars and take off. He had made it about 15 to 20 miles and had been hanging out at the rest stop at the pass for the night. I broke out a cigarillo and he did the trying to filch thing, but I gave him the “dude it cost ten bucks fer like ten of these puppies” and he babbled for awhile, which was good for it allowed me to stay awake and wake up a tad, and then I passed down the endy and got back to travelin.
And there it is. All the fun and pertinent stuff. I got back to the domicile of the tye-dyed informer around 5 in the A.M. and was so freakin tired I didn’t even fill the hole in my gut. My head hit the pillow and I was unconscious till the boy awoke me with laughing and joy four hours later. And my day began, and the trip was over.
