We were somewhere around ..Lexington, on the edge of the meadows, when the weed began to take hold.

I remember aaron saying something like:

-what is that?

And the sky was filled with what looked like huge clouds. Gray clouds that had been passed out in my sky for weeks now, stuck in a seemless hangover.

And a voice – aaron's voice – was screaming:

Holy Jesus, what IS that gotdamn thing?

We were quite sure it was the sun, but weren't positive since we haven't seen it since Memorial Day.

We had

Half a bag of grass

2 slipmats

A vestex mixer

Serato

A Tupperware tub full of CDs

Dirty clothes

A crate of records

A pint of raw ether (no ether)

Shit.

Not that we needed all that for the trip.

But once you get locked into a serious record collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the records. There is nothing in this world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of a digging binge.

And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. More...