The King, The Queen, The Cure

Sunday night, April 19th, 2009, the eve of 4/20. 105 degrees daytime temperature, 80 degrees nightfall. The grand finale of Coachella… and its Jonnie King and Er-Er.

It is still a mystery of how we made it to the show after the two prior days of obscured drug use and halfway schizo-paranoia state of insomnia due to rampaged dilapidation of our corpses, but when you have a motivational factor such as myself, Jonnie King on your side, you will never say no.

With literally no voice left, no ability to breath through my nose, I felt as if I was running off the fumes of ‘69 Dodge Dart that had no gas in the tank, where I was on about three hours of interrupted sleep in the past two days. Continue Reading…