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When Moses and I hit the road, it was scary, demanding, and a shit ton of fun. Fierce storms, terrifying fog, icy roads, uncontrollable laughter, and oftentimes far too much alcohol. Without that big old dog I’m not sure how I would’ve survived. – Kelley Baker
Logging over two hundred thousand miles, they encountered a collection of Fellini-esque characters including two hyper-intellectual pro wrestlers in West Virginia, a lying Chicago hotel desk clerk who cost Kelley his home, civil rights workers knocking back rum at Hank Williams’ grave, and a way overzealous drug sniffing border patrol dog outside El Paso, Texas.
Kelley gave an audio workshop for employees of a porn channel, got yelled at in a haunted bar in Memphis, was asked to leave the Prayer Tower at Oral Roberts University, and drove twenty-four hundred miles in three days so he wouldn’t miss his daughter’s choir recital.
Moses swam in two oceans, fifteen lakes, and enthusiastically marked thousands of spots from sea to shining sea.
At the end of it all they found a lot more than an audience.
As Eat, Pray, Love is to love and spirituality, Road Dog is to the raucous, independent, and contented life. - - William M. Akers, author, Your Screenplay Sucks!, Mrs. Ravenbach's Way