we picked up a van and headed west.  not knowing what was comming, or where we were going.  no maps, no stopping fr directions...this was true living, hollywood style.  un-lost and exicited, we started in with the drugs.  everything you could think of.  after all, it's what would the desert want us to do, isn't it?  i left my bag in ohio, filled with the right hands of all my enemies, drowning quietly in a river.  couldn't keep them fr ever.  besides, they started to stink.  maybe they were our good luck charm, but maybe they would be the death of us.  i couldn't tell what day it was...hell, we didn't even know the month.  but it was warm out and the sky looked beautiful.  we pulled off to the side of the road fr a few minutes to look up into the stars, to ask fr some guidence.  it was me, angel, spit, and pony boy.  all young kids looking fr something.  maybe we needed god, maybe it was comfort we needed, maybe it was more dope.  none of us could tell.  when we left with 100 dollars and nothing but our most personal belongings, we didn't know any thing abt the world.  i mean really truly know. we thought that we could take it all.  it was ours in our little town.  all ours.  and we used it until it died.  we thought that we could go to the desert to find the truth.  a journey to what we didn't know but in songs and paintings and postcards.  fuck vegas, too many lights, too many ppl.  we needed the rawest nature we could find.  we needed to know exactly what i would be like on the day the earth dies.  if anything happens, we wanted to be the last ones to know.  a cry frm a new born baby rings out every millisecond in the real world, right after a cry frm a victim of a stabbing, or a shooting, or a bombing, or some other kind of man made violent act towards the very thing that keeps humanity frm going away on a constant basis.  pure beautiful live has to exist somewhere, doesn't it?  that's what we wanted to know.  we wanted to find the original beginning of the world...even if we didn't make it back alive.