The budding bard

Man, my number one goal for the Baby Jesus Birthday Break is to take a crazy daytrip to the best espresso machine in Arizona. And when I step up and in to the Flat Iron Cafe in Jerome, I'll slap down a 20 spot, order an espresso, and say, "Keep 'um coming, man." If I go, I'll take the 89 the back way, through Prescott and up and over the mountain to the other side, descending into Jerome. The first time I drove to Jerome without my dad (i.e. the first time I really remember Jerome) was in December, and it was really depressing and awesome. I think I'll listen to the sad shit on the radio (read: Starflyer 59, the gold album), and make the drive silently and alone. That's when all the slop comes back from the years...