today we drive all day. san francisco bound.


the boys picked up some threads at a yard sale.


all day through the fog and 'or the mountains and as soon as the sun shines, zane
starts bustin out like hes james dean or some shit.


shout out out out out out out out out out. zane has a headache.


time takes a cigarette and puts it in yr mouth.


didn't quite make it to san fran. we set up shop in a motel in laytonville.