"In 1980, when I graduated from high school, I got in a 1961 Oldsmobile with a friend of mine—his dad had given it to him, and it was just a piece of junk—and we drove from Scottsdale, Arizona, to Aspen and just stopped and camped along the way. We were broke—we were going to Aspen in the summer to try to get jobs as ski instructors in the winter—and when we finally got there, my dad had said I could stay with my uncle Bill. Well, my uncle Bill was sleeping on somebody else's couch. He said, 'Well, you're welcome to sleep on the floor.' And I just thought, 'We're freeloading on a freeloader.' We'd hang out on the mall and buy a 40 of Bud because that's all we could afford, and then get a piece of pizza. Those were really great days.
"I'm in Big Sur now and I just drove down Highway 1, one of the most beautiful roads in the country, and I'm staying in a nice, big hotel—but it's not the same thing. Like Richard Prince says, when you're broke and you're poor, those are the trips that mean the most—when you're with your friends and you're just on a kind of nowhere boondoggle."
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