James Dean

So much has gone down the past week. Last Wednesday, December 23rd, we took a Last minute road trip up north to Cholame CA, to visit the James Dean memorial site and junction. It was a fun road trip. We took the I-5 and passed through some great looking scenery. Fields, mountains, and lonely roads. And we went through Lost Hills, a small town out in the middle of nowhere. Very fucked up place to drive at night. All dark and fields stretched out for miles. CREEPY!

It was a 3.5 hour drive but it was well worth it. We were at the location of that fateful day back in September 30, 1955. We were standing near the scene of the James Dean's death site. I felt sad, yet very happy to be there. I had finally made it to the monument errected in his honor. It was the site of the crash that ended his young life. It was eerie that he always said he would die young. He will always be The rebel. The myth. The legend. The one and only James Dean. RIP



There was a small diner there. We stopped and We ate some pie, which said was home made, but it was actually Jell-O pudding. Muscle said it tasted familiar and it did. Kidvic mention Jell-O and yup......he was right. $4 for a pie I coulda made at home. It would have been a bitch, but they paid for me! :-D