preface to sxsw

i had to drive mon petit chat out to moriarty before we left for texas.

we found a dead skunk. eeeeeeee!

then to costco for new phone and trail mix. barf?

El Paso smelled of rotten pig carcuss and cow shit.

every fucking thing is named after lyndon johnson.

when i woke up, we were in downtown austin and hoards of people resembling musicians crowded the streets. total boners.