Scene from that film with the guy in the desert eating flowers

I would have called but they stopped me at the border with a broken light, beer on my breath and a bag of rocks in the seat next to me that I had slept on for three days and became attached to but you can’t move rocks from the desert without filling out an online form I think is what they said but the only signal I was picking up came from a vision after eating eating some of the prettiest flowers I’ve ever seen which if I’m honest is what made the rocks to comfortable as I slept under the stars listening to coyotes yeowling into the night I figured I’d start driving home tomorrow and finished the last beer and laid back on the rocks exposed to the everything wondering how am I gonna write it all down before I have to talk with a judge about this bag of rocks from the desert. I hope you get this postcard.