Life is like a cigarette and a cup of coffee; before you know it you're ashes, but it's good to the last drop...

Boys Will Be Boys...SMH

We had had enough of Vegas, and were completely on edge. We had enough drugs in our systems to kill a small family of bears, and were anxious to change the scenery as smoothly and quickly as possible. What were we after? What did we hope to find? Why were we after conscious expansion?…and what was that dreadful look in my eye?

“Damn it man you’re going the wrong way” I heard coming from the back seat. “Eh?”

“You’re no leader, Where are you going?”

Maybe it was true but I’d come too far to turn back now. I was dangerously close to the brink of a serious nervous breakdown. All of a sudden, the keys were taken from the ignition and I was helped to the back seat. I had needed a nap. Actually, I completely slept through the Mojave Desert, and when I awoke I found that Ali G. had rode the ridges on the side of the highway too long and we had blown a flat. Go f*****g figure. I drive all this way, I let this kid drive and we get a flat. f**k it I thought they’ll hafta’ fix this with out me. When I finally awoke we were on the way to Exadure, California. The town of dismay. I was now willing to take back over driving and did as such. I then took an exit for the town of L.A. district. This inevitably disturbed the two passengers in the back. They had planned to stay with some friends in Exadure, and I was tired of staying other places. I was pretty stubborn but I felt that since I had initially sold my lively hood to get to this point in my life, to have driven and paid to get us this far, that I should get the final say on where the hell we go first. If L.A. was a bust I would own up to it and proceed to Exadure. Much to my companions dismay that I was once again taking charge, they kept insisting on Huntington Beach, where I would insist Venice. My bad , ya know. Take yourselves a f*****g taxi, yadda yadda yadda thems’ fighting words, and then came the chaos. I had put the car in park at the bottom of an off ramp, and told them to hitchhike. The two decided to yank the keys out of the ignition and advised me to get out and settle this like gentleman. Heh, gentlemen with adrenaline, testosterone pumping, hardly a good nights rest between us, mixed with our heads full of low grade acid. What were we thinking? A f*****g off ramp; interstate cars whizzing by us in the background, cars stopped and piling up at the other three stop signs, and we were just going to fight like it was no body’s bussiness… what a web we weave…. They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions….fyi

The fight could of gone better, but it was very similar to that of the movie “Fight Club” An extreme rush that ended as soon as it started, with the arrival of the police. Apparently the traffic wasn’t very pleased. The sobriety test was a pointless joke. Amazingly we all passed. But that didn’t make a bit of difference. The lady officer had given me my license back and said that I wasn’t under arrest.. But I wasn’t about to hear anything else she had to say so I said, well there’s your problem pointing to Curry and Ali G., who now decided to hitchhike, and I drove off in a bit of a hurry but not excessively. It just so happens that my muffler detached and made a loud roaring sound as I drove, calling all sorts of attention from everybody. Just as well, there were apparently two back up officers on their way to the scene who stopped me about half a mile down the road. I pulled over and foolishly got out of the car and they pulled their guns and arrested me and Suzi for fleeing the scene, they said.

The ride to jail was a new one to me, unlike any other. I got to ride in front, while another officer jotted down any incriminating details that he could. The ride involved a quick talk about the military and my brief involvement with it, and then slowly processed into what I can only explain as some sort of defense mechanism, questioning, if either of the officers had ever heard of a citizens arrest. I then pointed out that he was driving in excessive speeds, and I felt my life in danger. He advised me that because he was a trained driver that he could do as such. I was scum in their eyes. They hated the likes of a no good tourist out and about on interstate off ramps.

(Jailhouse Freestyle)

Today's kids need to out wit their prejudice, can't believe I said the s**t ... need to take it back.. maybe censor it and edit it... with old English predicates or Street slang ettiquett I gotta stay ahead of it. Back in highschool we had a hip hop fellowship, I used to rap for credit now I'm rappin for the hell of it ... so f****d up I couldn't spit a line to get a b***h. cops asks me if I'm drunk.. naw just a lil bit ... mainly f****d up on dem pain pills and sedatives, well that's enough evidence plus your B.A.C. is so evidently prevelent. I was like a cashew in a room full of elephants .... King of the precinct make me the president.... without the G.O.P. there'd be no Democratic delegates.... but back to the start... bumpin dually beats on my way to the park...

And that's when the officer behind the desk told me to quit looking at him... dumbfounded I said, "Well quit looking at me!"

My first night in jail... I managed to get a fellow inmate to freestyle with me. I pissed off a lady cop, mistaking her for a hooker, honest mistake... I got into a staring contest with an officer behind a desk who before blinking called upon other officers to contest that I was resisting somehow; as they slammed me into the cement walls; and eventually put me in a cell by myself. before the last officer exited, I scoffed at him by just saying, p*****s just loud enough for him to hear. The cell was shut and then I began to pray and meditate.

What in the actual f**k are you going to do now Nate?.. My mind recoiled in horror what all had actually happened to get me in to this kind of mess... and what did it all mean? I was worried to death about Suz. How would I reach her? Why did they arrest us and let them go. Did the great spirit not think we were tough enough to handle the streets like Curry and Aliestair? Is that why it was best to shelter us?

Bombarded With:> No you f*****g i***t you didn't let the lady cop finish her spiel before you took off.

Snake? is that you?

She gave me my licence and I was free to go...

That's not how the arriving officers viewed it... Nate this is yourself talking... you got into a fight at on off ramp on I 70...

For a second there I thought I had telepathically been given a lecture from my my brother.... Damn It Man....

Suzi and I were taken to separate jails. Our car was impounded to another town. Only to both be set free the next day, we were once again lost and separated. I was shoeless, I guess I lost them. However I did manage to score some sandals from a nice woman at a bus stop. She just happened to have an extra pair in her back pack and said,

“if you ever find her, and you guys need a place to stay, I go by the McDonalds/Marathon, every day, and if you guys are just standing out there around 3:00 pm, I will pick you up and take you to my home.”

I said, “uh..ok” and then began looking for Suzi. I had walked forever looking for the women’s jail, to no avail. But Someone must have been looking out for us... I remarkably came across a hemp necklace that I knew belonged to Suz. It was just strung across a rail on some steps. I then walked to where I thought she would of gone next. All of a sudden I saw a familiar figure walking ahead and yelled SUZ! She immediately turned to look and we ran to embrace each other with open arms and happiness.