THE TRIBUTE TO MR. THOMPSON

A red-eye road trip to Boise brings out the wanderlust in Chris and me...


...and In a dazey late-night banter-session aimed at keeping the driver awake, it's easy to drift into thoughts of Hunter S. Thompson and his chronicles of paved stretches.

Luckily I captured pieces of our rants on audio, so this morning I took my first crack at a Garage Band mix.

Here's what we did before 9am today: