A Trip To LA Around the turn of the century, I drove to California. It was the first time I ever went further that Kentucky, and I saw many things for the first time. In Illinois and Iowa, there was a thunderstorm so far away that I couldn't even hear it. It was very far away, and by this time Iowa was the flattest place I ever saw. (Tho sound doesn't travel so far in low pressure anyway). Later I was closer, and lightning crawled across the sky and roared like a lion. Ooo, I'm using similes. How interesting. In the distance I saw huge bolts burn into the ground, like god wanted to kill specific people. Or cows, or trailers. It was raining so much I had to stop driving and park under a bridge to sleep. The trucks didn't seem to have much of a problem driving by real fast, but I had a little car, and the lady I was with wanted me to get off the highway so we wouldn't get hit by a truck. So I did. The next day, we found two crusty punk hitch hikers, and picked them up. They smoked in my car, and wanted to drink the bong water so they wouldn't spill it. I offered to dump it out the window for them, but for some reason they thought there were cameras in Nebraska, because they were a little paranoid somehow. So I drove through Nebraska for about 8 hours, and they were very smelly because they had to sleep in the rain the night before. In Iowa, there is nothing to sleep under when it rains. When I got to Colorado, it was the first time I ever saw real mountains, and going up them made my car not work. I had to get it towed to the Honda dealer in Golden, and they couldn't figure out what was wrong with it. Later I found out that ethanol gas makes my car sick, so I looked for a station with regular gas, and it worked better. At night when there is flatness, you can see a city from 20 miles away. All you see is tiny flickering lights, and you can't tell if it's on the ground or in the air, but you figure it's on the ground anyway, because there are no floating cities in the west. New Mexico was the first place I ever saw a desert. It was completely flat, except for the mountains, and there was nothing around. I saw a road leading to a tiny trailer town a few miles away. Later I saw some bleachers in the middle of nowhere, with some little area in front where sports can be performed. Then I saw an airplane in a little barn. While I was driving through Arizona, there was another big rainstorm. Yeah, real nice realistic "desert" they got there. I saw huge rainclouds from the side, with rain hanging off the bottom like it was dragging silk along the ground. You could see the whole storm at the same time. It was still hot and dry, but there was rain everywhere. And it wasn't like the rain they have in the east, cause I couldn't even smell it. It was just water. Later, I saw the biggest mountain in Arizona, I saw it from 50 miles away. When I got closer it was bigger, but still looked pretty much the same. I suppose around the time it was dark, I got to California, the stupidest place on earth. It was very very hot there, and the inside of my car felt like one of those hot air hand blowers in the public bathroom. They say (you know, "them") that dry heat is better, because there is no humidity; but dry heat totally sucks ass, it's the humidity that keeps you alive, and here there was nothing but death. there was only one town for every 100 miles, and the gas was over $2 a gallon. Also, there was a "rest" stop in the desert, and the sinks had a paper sign over them that said "don't drink this water, it contains arsenic" only in english. That was nice of them to tape up a sign, but maybe they could've done something better, like put a little water machine for people to drink from, or put up a more permanent sign, or write it in spanish, or something like that. It's not good to wash your hands in arsenic. Deserts suck, I like wet heat better. Later I got to los angeles. That was ok.