The clock struck 12 as I dropped the needle on The Dead Weather’s Horehound. Traveling down the devil’s highway, I pulled out my cell. It said this call would be roaming because I was in area code (420). I look over at the passenger seat and there she is, my honky tonk partner in crime. [...]
Chained to my pillow. A three day party. By the time dawn breaks on Sunday, most revelers have donated the better part of their spirit to the festival. Even as a two day event, Sunday was always much more mellow than Saturday. Feeling a bit fatigued and with the thermometer striving towards triple digits, I [...]
