45. where you go, you take yourself - Sick Sacraments
45. where you go, you take yourself Neil Jung twanged on the car radio. Denver and Icky were well on their way through the central valley. They had stopped off in Modesto for a joint and were finishing the last of their coffee in the parking lot of a shopping mall with detached twenty-four hour fast food drive-through restaurant. “Find something else?” Denver suggested and took a toke. “Don’t you like folk music?” Icky reached over and fidgeted with the dial. “Yeah. I do. I’d just rather hear the hypnotic voices of mysterious bulgarian folk singers than the dreary strums of american country western. It’s not like we’re going to get anything like that on the radio ’cause this car is from Detroit, we are in the United States and we are Californians. It’s only AM or FM from the Pacific to the Atlantic, K in the west and W in the east.” He cracked the window and discarded the cowboy. “ … of letting up. Flooding has...