I lied (duh, "Black Pope"... ). I never went to Kingman. I went to Vegas, then boldly raced (observing all posted speed limits) across the land of Mor-mon. Prophet avoidance be damned!!! 18 straight hours of driving, and as of now, I have been awake for 39 hours.
Utah is really much better at night - what you can't see can't bore you to death. Because of this the trip was unfortunately quite dull in the hallucination category. Aside from a random dinosaur siting (turned out to be a construction crane), there were no other bonafide visions. No Helena Bonham Carter on the shoulder, no crocodiles in the median, not even a flash of the Sock God. If you have no idea what I am talking about, then you have some archives to catch up on...
Somebody remind me to tell you all about the waking nightmare I kept having about slowly bleeding to death in the wreckage of the car; that was a good one.
I have Magners!
Remember, a sleepless, drunk Pope is a fun Pope! (You should lighten up Benedict...)
Nite-nite.
The Midnight Run
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"prophet avoidance be damned"
that goes without saying
There's no such thing as a "random" dinosaur sighting. If you see a dinosaur, it's because it WANTS to be seen.
glad you made it home,safely.
Random dinosaurs? That must be like the fairy castle between Ft.Collins and Laramie....I swear there is nothing in that area, but at night it is all lit up!
It's run by petroleum fairies I think...
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