JG Rix

1991: A year in France followed by a summer in Berlin. A decision to quit based on an overdose of Camus, Sartre and de Beauvoir (too much fun, too much thinking, too little sleeping) and a need to get back home for cheap. A lucky lift west out of the capital in a black, air-conditioned Mercedes, with free and encouraged access to the driver and passenger’s stash. The stoners driving at incredible speeds. Back home in the Midlands in less than a couple of days, in time for a much needed reconnection with normality.