Fear & Loathing in Red Rock Canyon, Las Vegas
It was sometime around 4 o’clock in the afternoon –– my boyfriend Ben, Max, Bear and I were many hours deep into the drive that stretched from the coast of San Luis Obispo to the inconceivable happenings of Las Vegas. The car speakers roared with Brewer & Shipley’s song “One Toke Over The Line”; Max wanted it rolling as we thundered on through the barren highway into Barstow because it played in the first scene of his favorite film adaptation.