Dow – 1 – 34 Dow: [01:23:16] No, a different one—Steve, the druggie. And I borrowed my parents' car. They had a Peugeot 504 Diesel. And I drove it to Chicago, and we decided we're going to drive to Mexico. And I spent—it feels like months, it was probably days, maybe a week—on like a crazy bender. Just, like, getting thrown out of every bar in Chicago, and meeting all these people, and these girls, and we were priming for ourselves for some, like, I don't know what. It was kind of like I was trying to forget this woman. I, like, bleached my hair, and, you know—and we got into this car and started driving.
And we drove, and drove, and drove, and drove, and I'll never forget driving for—I must have drove for like fifteen, eighteen hours, and I was finally just like, I'm too tired, you drive. And he was like, okay, I'll drive, and he started driving. And I fell asleep, and I woke up—I woke up, and, like, grass is blowing violently, like in this crazy thing—I suddenly realize we're, like, off the road, in this field, at, like, eighty miles an hour. And he's [unclear] and then he finally, like, pulls and he pops back on. He had fallen asleep, of course, too. And at that point, I was like, well, I guess I'm going to have to drive this entire trip.
And so we took this—we drove down into Mexico. We drove, and drove, and drove, ended in Brownsville, on sort of—I think we were completely, just, hammered the whole way. And drove through Brownsville, slept on the beach with like a pack of dogs attacking us. We drove down into the shittiest part of Mexico, and every day, someone tried to kill us. I don't know how we survived that trip. I have no idea how we survived the trip. We were asking for it. You know, we were, like, in Hawaiian shirts, and bleached blond hair, in our car, drunk as skunks—like, let's go to like the shittiest bar we can find, and get shitfaced with the locals. I mean, it was just like—the