You guys are badass. Seriously.

According to Franklin, he and his small band of hippie friends are planning to leave at the end of the month which will give them time to move out of their mutual home and amass some much needed money at family gatherings.

The trio, consisting of Franklin, “Moe” and “Little Tim”, have been diligently preparing for their trip by buying a map and stockpiling a modest store of marijuana with which they hope to enhance their experience.

The guys have also sprung for a twenty-five dollar oil change for Franklin’s 1993 Jeep Cherokee. Their destination, Colorado, has long been heralded as a sort of Mecca for the nation’s hippie population and is also the latest fad-state for post-graduate college students and women who are tired of shaving their armpits.

Franklin told Treebune.com about his reasons for the group’s hajj over the din of a String Cheese Incident bootleg, “It’s Colorado, dude. We’ve got some buddies out there, so we have a place to stay, and there’s like a ton of nature and stuff. It’ll probably be sweet. I hear it’s Frisbee season…and like…it’s Colorado, dude.”

Although Franklin found it difficult to find the words to describe the reasoning behind the adventure, recent studies have shown that most kids like him don’t really know why they want to go on a road trip to Colorado, they just feel a false sense of originality as though they are the only ones with the “guts” or spontaneous proclivity for a trek of that kind.

One prominent researcher says that Colorado has a certain “Pied Piper” effect on young hippies which inexplicably draws them to the state like Gollum to his precious Ring of Power. State officials are no stranger to the frequent hippie influx that follows each graduation season and are adequately prepared to bilk the invading force of whatever money they have, instructing popular tourist destinations to impose temporary tax increases on hippie essentials like patchouli, rolling papers and state parks.

According to Colorado’s Commerce Department, the state earns over thirty percent of its yearly income from hippie infested summers which generate revenue for road construction, education and drug enforcement programs, so even though the state may be hassled for a few months of the year and smell a bit ripe in the summer, nothing will be done to prevent guys like Roach and his friends from taking a bite of the Colorado’s clichéd apple.