The Mojave Desert just blows me away. It is just miles upon miles of this weirdly beautiful desolation.

Beautiful! Beautiful! Magnificent desolation.

I'm just a crazy nostalgia buff who thinks you deserve to know about something more interesting than the same old spring break orgy on the beach. Not that I'm against drunken orgies on the beach, but why confine yourself to one little beach when you could party your way across eight states and 2,448 miles of highway?

If you're a woman, Elbow Inn etiquette dictates that you remove your bra, autograph it and staple it to the ceiling above the bar on your first visit, so plan accordingly.

What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.

I already feel a bit annoyed at myself for writing screenplays. It's a bit, I don't know, model-singer-dancer-actress that went to a posh school. There's something too weirdly predictable about it.