The desert isn’t any place to mess around. The heat will turn your brain useless in a matter of minutes and no one is in the mood for fair skinned tourists with car problems. Sue doesn’t have AC and neither does The Streaker for that matter. Ever notice how vintage travel trailers resemble toasters? Anyone at HQ picking this up?

It’s too hot to drive with the windows up, but if I roll them down I’m a sweaty tangle under God’s mighty Conair-5000. It’s even too hot to listen to music so all I have is the mocking squeak from an ill-placed Styrofoam cooler. Better men than I have gone mad under lesser conditions. Luckily for me I found a shirt to make all these desert miles worth it. Read on…

Greetings from Joshua Tree, California. I’ve never spent much time in the desert. Baking my brain amidst shrubs and clever rock formations just isn’t my thing. But I’ve come to like this desolate slice of earth because I’ve discovered that it’s highly weird. Energy vortexes and UFOs. The confluence of underground rivers and sacred seven-story rocks. Joshua Tree might be best known for its national park, but its coordinates in the cosmos makes it a highly trafficked intergalactic flop house for bug eyed space types and their earth-bound fan club. Read on…

We found a cool t-shirt at Hodad’s of Ocean Beach. This place has been the mecca of burger love in Southern California since the 1960s. The only difference between the shirt you can get there and the one you get from us is that ours won’t smell like bacon.