We needed to submit a petition to Governor Schwarzenegger, a petition to require radio stations to be more careful about what songs they are playing in the morning when we're waking up to the radio alarm. I don't want some horrible mangy grunge song or some lifeless piece of crap like that Coldplay song, but at the same time don't ruin some song I really like by making me wake up to it at 7:30.
What are acceptable songs? That's your problem now, Governor. You figure it out.
Unfortunately, Carmel and I were in Oregon and we needed to get to Sacramento to submit the petition, so we were on the side of the highway trying to hitch a ride. Nobody would pick us up. Then I got the brilliant idea that someone would stop if they thought we had some pot, so I started filling a plastic baggie with dry pine needles from the side of the road. I held the bag out at arm's length, trying to determine if it could pass as marijuana from a distance. "It sort of looks like shake, right?" Carmel looked skeptical. "Whoever stops for us is going to be super fucking pissed," she said.
I decided we'd cross that bridge when we came to it.