Someone give that kid a god damn medal.
wheels spun towards the dry desert as i fixed my ray bans in the passenger seat listening the coachella playlist. Wristbands secured we made a quick stop to pick up the bands then headed to the shuttles. Discretely taking one of the rolls we made our way through the dry heat to lounge in the shade of good music. Night quickly coming we met with fleeting friends high off of the sound as well as the rolled papers. With the awkward meet up of a co-worker friend we sat listening to the ambient xx and raged to the bass of knife party. With linens greeting me at the close of the night we left that morning back to the valley of LA.