Flee the place make haste through a drizzly rain - off like a shot - bullet train. Dove's got the ticket, through forest and thicket we pass and at last we're at Mild Bill's place. Bill.I.Am with the plans and the farmer van - meet and greet, make the drop then straight to the tea shop. Squashing's good but 'choking's better - Poste haste postres and the tally's cheddar. Survey the street - tiger beat - upstate upstarts underage, over supplied, well imbibed, no jive so it's time to ride - dispatch knows, just find the cross-road college bros. Rock n' roll home for some hootchie coo - tomorrow much to see but tonight things to do. Arise to the prize, mile wide eyes. Better exercised on distant skies - nature's drug plus some chemistry and a field full of things grown non-chemically. Guests arrive so it's time to drive - to beacon seeking more than just american muscle and tourist trap hustle. Up bustle and out to the cracker shack - Dove talks a good game of art plus disco snacks and before we know it it's time to head back. Good to sit, Yeezy spits on tunes we split. L train home and that's it for this writ. An adventure ends and a story begins.