Camping with Dan


After a disastrous poetry reading event for Twentythree Press and 50 Bucks, Dan and I just had to get the fuck out of LA. We stopped at Swaziland for a bag of weed and Ralph's for some beans and a gallon of wine and headed out in that car he got in a trade with Floy Andrews for a painting. We had no clue where we were going but we ended up in a place called Switzer Falls, parked, plopped down and proceeded to - I don't know - not be in LA. During our 2 or 3 days out there, we both got pretty sick and cold and weren't able to accomplish anything of much relevance or even relax. But it has to be said it was a bonding experience for us both, so no regrets. I miss you, Dan, wherever you are.

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