Road Trippin' get's caught by the Fuzz.

Some ten hours into todays driving (we're only about 11 and a half now) we were pulled over by a state trooper... or as the kids say, a Statie. Or Satan. or something. I was actually completely passed out in the back and woke up and thought, "oh are the kids fighting, there's no music on" then we started pullin over and i was like "Guess ed couldn't find a bottle. Time to piss on some Virginians farm." then a trooper came to the passenger side window and his appearance alone explained the majority of what was goin down. We were being issued a ticket for going 80-85 in a 65 zone. Woops. Lucky we weren't going faster. The fun thing is none of us heard sirens, and even ed said he didn't notice the guy until he looked in his rear view and saw the flashing red and blues. The trooper asked us to move more out of the road which sort of gave us a weird angle into the dirt, but was an extremely nice guy. Ed didn't really reciprocate because of his exhaustion. The officer asked "where you guys headed anyway" his southerny virginian voice and ed answered with this weird growl of a sigh leading into "Uhh, Arizona" to which the troopie (yeah, i'm gonna call him a troopie) said "Hot enough here for you" or something like that. Listening to foreign accents of your same language may as well be the same as translating other languages. Then we all laughed for him and drove to the next rest area where we, well, rested. Ed laid down on a picnic table bench, and me and val washed our nuts (which isn't quite as exciting or odd as it sounds, there was a little foot washer or some shit, i don't know, that was packed with a bunch of acorns. less amusing now that you know we weren't washing our respective testicles.) Then ed sucked down an amp and some cookies and jerky and that brings our day up to speed. We're currently listening to Disturbed's Ten Thousand Fists in the Air album and continuing down the same road as before. Only another two hundred twenty miles on this road.

We're currently doing about seventy miles an hour.
Silly Law.

-Ryan