CHAPTER ONE: I Left My Heart in Topeka and We’re Not Going Back for It

Topeka Kansas on a hot Tuesday night. Well, considering neither the temperature nor the mood were indeed “hot” let’s use a couple of more precise words; How about cold and boring?

“We may be stuck here.” I said to nobody in particular, looking out of the hotel window at the highway below. Nick, my vertical abundant friend coughed from the bed also to no one in particular. Well you know the old saying: “With Topeka in your life it’s only boring when you’re not driving through and even then it’s still a bit tedious.” It was true though we might be stuck here and our California destination seemed to be dissolving in the cloudy haze of that Kansas night.

We weren’t always plagued with problems and semi-depressing times. The pervious day we managed to burn though seventeen hours worth of highway and states. Maybe I should go back further than that.

My name is Fart Hawkins. This true story (well at least part of it is. I’ll inform you when the truthful parts come up. This isn’t one of them) is about myself, DJ Rockadoo, and the quest to our school in San Francisco. It all started one Monday night…