Road Trip Volume 7 (In Which There Is A Foreseeable Twist)

by thoughtsonthedead

katy john mayer flag shirt“John! Oh, John! Thank you for coming!”

“Of course, Mrs. Katy Jean.”

“No, no: it’s just Katy again.”

“I’m so happy to hear that, Katydoodle.”

“Just Katy.”

“Your psychedelic journey over? You ready to come back home and be a giant pop star?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Play some stadiums? Wear some outfits?”

“I do like wearing outfits.”

“You’re good at it.”

“People pay me to wear specific outfits.”

“There ya go. So, what did you learn on your travels?”

“Sun rises every day, even Tuesday.”

“Okay. Anything else?”

“If you feel like puking, puke. You’ll be a new person afterwards. Listen to your stomach.”

“The second observation is of an earthier nature.”

“And also Gnostic wisdom.”


“Nothing. Listen, John: can we go? Now-ish?”

“Is everything okay?”

“Sure, sure. Sure. But we should get home.”

“Did something happen–”

“Doctor Gary got a little murdered.”

“–to Doctor Gary? Goddammit.”

“Y’see, I don’t travel light. It was the whole entourage, John. And, you know: it started out with the LSD and the psilocybin and the other mind-expanding stuff, but people sort of lost their way. And there were needles. Then stuff started disappearing and there were fights and schemes and it all went to shit.”

“What an original story.”

“I know, right? Who could have seen it coming?”

“Certainly not Doctor Gary.”

“No. And we should be somewhere else.”

“Sure. Katy?”


“Did you murder Doctor Gary?”


“Fine. Let’s go.”

“Where’s your car?”

“It’s right–”


earthroamer billy

“Billy, slow down. Mickey’s in the shower.”

“Kiss my ass, Weir. I’m driving this apartment to Kauai!”