More Rancho, and then the dregs of the album
On the I-10 30 miles east of Indio a white Pathfinder driven by a hype skying on heroin rammed into the Geo. The car rolled three or four times (accounts vary) and although it was an E-ticket I slept through it all. I woke up covered in blood and broken glass, and surrounded by strangers in yellow slickers who took me to Indio emergency. Superficial wounds for me, but finis for the Geo.