Take it Easy (Jason Intro)

[Jason Connover]

Rollin down the road... tryin to loosen my load...
I got 7 women on my mind....
4 they Wanna own me... 2 they wanna stone me...
one says she's a freind of mine...

* Those are the first lyrical sounds I hear as I begin to drift back to reality.... the engine and the sound of the van shuddering to a stop beginning to rouse me out of it... leaving me to wonder why we're stopping.... we just filled up a little while ago. Ehh... who's really going to argue with teeth when he's behind the wheel?*

* More importantly... why the hell are the eagles playing on the Radio?*

* Honestly... I blink off for one second and I get a mutiny on the dial. Jerry can find something decent out there. *

* I let out a big yawn as I pull my way out of the side door. My eyes burn as I move from the darkness into the unforgiving sunlight, causing me to curse as I shield my eyes. Damn how long was I out? Checking my watch only tells me we've been on the road for 12 hours, doesn't tell me the time I passed out, or where the hell we are. Last I remember we'd just passed some dump near the Nebraska line.*

*Or was it Colorado?*

* Who the hell knows, all these plains dumps look alike. As plain as unbuttered white toast.... just colored different. What was green has changed to a glaring white. Ones who all seem to give us outsiders the evil eye when we come through. Not really sure if it's their hate-on for Filthy Muties bent on enslavin humanity, or Longhairs in leather bent on stealing their daughters. Not that we stay long enough to find out. Just long enough to gas up, grab rations, and get out.*

* Teeth gasses up, while me n Jimmy head into the station, splitting up to pick up rations. Switch off every stop... my turn to pick the drinks, his turn to grab the grindage. Grab some of the big jugs of Soda and water, along with a fresh bag of ice for the cooler. Naturally when we meet back up at the counter... he's grabbed the same cheap crap. Unbeleivable... he drops out of accounting school, yet he's STILL a penny-pincher.*

* He's going to have a cow when Teeth is done at the pump.*

* Thing is, nobody messes with Teeth's ride... he won't even let mechanics work on it... let alone let anyone else pump gas... so we're left waiting by the counter waiting for him to fill up. I run my eyes through the headlines on the rack... all talk about animal attacks and grizzly occult murders. I pause for a second... looking at anarchy decal on the side of the van...*

*...huh... that might explain all the glares we've been getting.*

* Not long 'til Teeth stops the flow... and we ring up another 40 bucks to the tally. And just as predicted... jimmy has a heart attack. We pay the bill, and head back to the Van. Pull ahead a bit to dump out and refill the cooler before we get back on the interstate heading out the 'californi-way'. Mutant town was nice, but nothing seemed to click back there... of all places, Frisco seemed the best choice for specialty bands of our 'caliber'. It might be a bit of a detour... but Vegas is a better sty to swing through than LA....*

* Look out Frisco, here we come.*