Quoted from uncivil_engineer:No way, she tells me, let’s go to Bakersfield..
We get I the van, head out and get on the road to town.
I lived in Visalia, and almost all good stories start like this. Glad yours didn't end with a shovel, a hole in the ground, and a meth dealer from Oildale who spared your life because you had a picture of you with the burger king in your wallet. (not my story but from a reputable recovering tweeker friend.)
Congrats!