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Day 3 Road Stories – Mojave, java and hangovering

Woke up with hell ringing red, cracked bells in my ears, furry monsters using my tonsils for trampolines and foreshadowing deserts of thought, flat and hot in my mind, waving in the distance like unreachable oasis. Also, our mirror was satanic. I swear. Fogged after showers, it made one’s own eyes look like pitiless halcyonic [...]