& The Town Threw Down On Me
So it's been a while ... a long while .. since I've written anything in here.
As many of you know, I've been on an adventure in the past month. In a nutshell?
Jaymz and I decide on a whim that it's time to go, right now, well the next day when we're not inebriated to California. Destination West Sacramento : Amber's place. We bungied Jaymz hood down, and loaded up the thread-bare tire, oil burning hoopty with clothes, music books, guitars, and some other odds and ends for the journey and set off for our first destination of the trip : a small college town outside of Lincoln, Nebraska . We drove thru a torrential down pour in Iowa that slowed us down about 3 hours, thought we got struck by lightening (hell we could've been it was so loud, close, and bright that it scared the shit out of the both of us, thank god for rubber tires) We arrived at our destination, my friend Leigh's dorm room (it's been a while since i've ventured into dorm life) around midnight. We figured out upon arriving into the town our cell phones dont work in town ANYWHERE so we tracked down a late night wal-marter who was kind enough to lend us the use of his phone. Met up with Leigh and her roomate, Beth, who were both a bottle of wine ahead of us. I hadn't seen Leigh since ... summer before senior year in high school. It was a good reunion, we had got drunk and merry, told stories, climbed out on the roof of her hogwarts esque dorm for cigarettes and joints.. and decided to finally turn in around 5 am.
The next day was a long drive across the enormous state of Nebraska. Nothing too exciting happened until we reached Pine Bluffs, Wyoming around night fall. Here we stopped at the welcome center rest stop (turns out this was a bad idea) when one of the small towns Finest proceeded to notice us and led us through a guilty until proven innocent conversation. Mind you, neither of us were stoned or had smoked in the car for over a day. Also our soon to be $300 gram was stashed in a mason jar in our taco johns bag in the back seat. Under normal circumstances we would have been just fine.. but after further review our new friends and passerbys in Fort Collins, Colorado explained how frequent an occurance this was. Lucky for us it was only a citation, which Jaymz ate (thanks homie) and his sister bailed us out of via credit card (isn't technology just great?!). The cops totally smoked that shit too, their eyes got wide as fuck upon opening the ball mason jar and letting the funk out. Even went as far to congratulate and applaud us on our choice in cannabis, beer, our style, and guitars. They knocked us for our taste in cigarettes (pall mall lights) but whatever fuck em nonetheless.
We ended up in Ft Collins that night... saw a punk rock band in a their town's version of The Vid in Bloomington, met some kids that were from Indiana traveling who had also been at Little 5 two weekends before. Discovered the coolest bar stools either of us had ever seen .. which consisted of rope swings on 20 ft. ropes (wonder how many times people ate shit on those bad boys I almost did) then painted the town red so to speak ... Ended up crashing with an older more seasoned traveler who had recently settled down to go to school and was going through legal trouble. The next day we picked up the stinky cheese man on the way out of Ft. Collins and were on our way...
We discovered Steve (the Stinky Cheese Man) was en route to Humboldt County so we thought we had a road dog for the rest of our journey... little did any of us know... Steve had some swiss cheese that needed to be ate due to lack of refridgeration and some shrimp rolls to boot. He claimed to love cheese, don't we all? About 3/4 of the way through Wyoming he asked us if we could stop for the bathroom (as we're passing the exit) and we say hell yah, no problem we kinda needed gas anyhow. So we get to the next exit 10 miles up the road and Steve hobbles like a penguin into the Pizza Hut for a bathroom break. He returns 10 minutes or so later with the news.... "I'm gonna be honest guys, I shat my pants, you don't want me in your car and I'm gonna be a while here cleaning up." Pulling into Utah I put two and two together and blurted out through my laughter that he was The Stinky Cheese Man , we were rollin on that one for a good ten minutes.
Utah was pretty until the sun went down, Salt Lake City : sucks, we might've seen a body getting dumped in the salt flats and we stopped at this casino in wendengo (?) NV. It was a trip, the parking lot was in Utah the front door to the casino was the state line. We toyed around with penny slots for a couple of hours (ultimately losing about 10 bucks) discussed the atmosphere of a casino and it's inhabitants and decided to move on down the road. We got to a rest stop about 2/3's thru the state and I had to catch a 4 hour nap (Jaymz didn't notice any of this as he'd been sleeping since the casino). Crossing into California was a near religious experience as we weren't too confident in our set of wheels and the trip had been long. We got to Sacramento and spent our first night there drinking beers and catching up with our homies Amber and Josh and I got to meet her very kind family. This was to be our home base for the next month, couldn't of asked for a better set up... until 4 days later Jaymz sheds some light on how he wore his welcome out the last time he'd been in CA with them (surprise surprise).
The second day in California josh myself and jaymz made the pilgrimage to San Francisco for something we had come to know as Bay To Breakers. This party put Little 5 to shame. The premise... a 7 mile "marathon" through Golden Gate park that starts somewhere around 7 oclock in the morning. Everyone is invited to dress up and be crazy or to get naked if one desires. We saw a million Waldos, The Dude Of Life, zombies, short short basketball players and everything between. Snagged up on a box of wine and we were set. There are tons of pictures of the event in my face book .... This is where Jaymz caught his second case for well... if you dunno, ask me in person we'll put it like that. It was definitely a result of Jaymz being a drunken fool. He was at what you would call the Invisible drunk state.
The third day in town Josh took us to our new favorite hangout, a half sunken river boat in the Sac River about a mile from Amber's house. It was a saweet place to kick back and have some beers. This is where and when I recieved my Dear Johnny call from Mia . On a side note, I really fucked up .. totally should've had a heart to heart with her about everything before I left ... presently we're still pretty rocky even as homies , biggest oops ever. Lovers stay together if you have something special, don't be a lame brain like yours truly.
Enough on that, there will be time to post about that later...
In fact this is definitely not the adventure in a nutshell. I think I'll continue this post in a day or so .
In a nutshell : eye-opening, exciting, breathtaking, heartbreaking.
until next time....
As many of you know, I've been on an adventure in the past month. In a nutshell?
Jaymz and I decide on a whim that it's time to go, right now, well the next day when we're not inebriated to California. Destination West Sacramento : Amber's place. We bungied Jaymz hood down, and loaded up the thread-bare tire, oil burning hoopty with clothes, music books, guitars, and some other odds and ends for the journey and set off for our first destination of the trip : a small college town outside of Lincoln, Nebraska . We drove thru a torrential down pour in Iowa that slowed us down about 3 hours, thought we got struck by lightening (hell we could've been it was so loud, close, and bright that it scared the shit out of the both of us, thank god for rubber tires) We arrived at our destination, my friend Leigh's dorm room (it's been a while since i've ventured into dorm life) around midnight. We figured out upon arriving into the town our cell phones dont work in town ANYWHERE so we tracked down a late night wal-marter who was kind enough to lend us the use of his phone. Met up with Leigh and her roomate, Beth, who were both a bottle of wine ahead of us. I hadn't seen Leigh since ... summer before senior year in high school. It was a good reunion, we had got drunk and merry, told stories, climbed out on the roof of her hogwarts esque dorm for cigarettes and joints.. and decided to finally turn in around 5 am.
The next day was a long drive across the enormous state of Nebraska. Nothing too exciting happened until we reached Pine Bluffs, Wyoming around night fall. Here we stopped at the welcome center rest stop (turns out this was a bad idea) when one of the small towns Finest proceeded to notice us and led us through a guilty until proven innocent conversation. Mind you, neither of us were stoned or had smoked in the car for over a day. Also our soon to be $300 gram was stashed in a mason jar in our taco johns bag in the back seat. Under normal circumstances we would have been just fine.. but after further review our new friends and passerbys in Fort Collins, Colorado explained how frequent an occurance this was. Lucky for us it was only a citation, which Jaymz ate (thanks homie) and his sister bailed us out of via credit card (isn't technology just great?!). The cops totally smoked that shit too, their eyes got wide as fuck upon opening the ball mason jar and letting the funk out. Even went as far to congratulate and applaud us on our choice in cannabis, beer, our style, and guitars. They knocked us for our taste in cigarettes (pall mall lights) but whatever fuck em nonetheless.
We ended up in Ft Collins that night... saw a punk rock band in a their town's version of The Vid in Bloomington, met some kids that were from Indiana traveling who had also been at Little 5 two weekends before. Discovered the coolest bar stools either of us had ever seen .. which consisted of rope swings on 20 ft. ropes (wonder how many times people ate shit on those bad boys I almost did) then painted the town red so to speak ... Ended up crashing with an older more seasoned traveler who had recently settled down to go to school and was going through legal trouble. The next day we picked up the stinky cheese man on the way out of Ft. Collins and were on our way...
We discovered Steve (the Stinky Cheese Man) was en route to Humboldt County so we thought we had a road dog for the rest of our journey... little did any of us know... Steve had some swiss cheese that needed to be ate due to lack of refridgeration and some shrimp rolls to boot. He claimed to love cheese, don't we all? About 3/4 of the way through Wyoming he asked us if we could stop for the bathroom (as we're passing the exit) and we say hell yah, no problem we kinda needed gas anyhow. So we get to the next exit 10 miles up the road and Steve hobbles like a penguin into the Pizza Hut for a bathroom break. He returns 10 minutes or so later with the news.... "I'm gonna be honest guys, I shat my pants, you don't want me in your car and I'm gonna be a while here cleaning up." Pulling into Utah I put two and two together and blurted out through my laughter that he was The Stinky Cheese Man , we were rollin on that one for a good ten minutes.
Utah was pretty until the sun went down, Salt Lake City : sucks, we might've seen a body getting dumped in the salt flats and we stopped at this casino in wendengo (?) NV. It was a trip, the parking lot was in Utah the front door to the casino was the state line. We toyed around with penny slots for a couple of hours (ultimately losing about 10 bucks) discussed the atmosphere of a casino and it's inhabitants and decided to move on down the road. We got to a rest stop about 2/3's thru the state and I had to catch a 4 hour nap (Jaymz didn't notice any of this as he'd been sleeping since the casino). Crossing into California was a near religious experience as we weren't too confident in our set of wheels and the trip had been long. We got to Sacramento and spent our first night there drinking beers and catching up with our homies Amber and Josh and I got to meet her very kind family. This was to be our home base for the next month, couldn't of asked for a better set up... until 4 days later Jaymz sheds some light on how he wore his welcome out the last time he'd been in CA with them (surprise surprise).
The second day in California josh myself and jaymz made the pilgrimage to San Francisco for something we had come to know as Bay To Breakers. This party put Little 5 to shame. The premise... a 7 mile "marathon" through Golden Gate park that starts somewhere around 7 oclock in the morning. Everyone is invited to dress up and be crazy or to get naked if one desires. We saw a million Waldos, The Dude Of Life, zombies, short short basketball players and everything between. Snagged up on a box of wine and we were set. There are tons of pictures of the event in my face book .... This is where Jaymz caught his second case for well... if you dunno, ask me in person we'll put it like that. It was definitely a result of Jaymz being a drunken fool. He was at what you would call the Invisible drunk state.
The third day in town Josh took us to our new favorite hangout, a half sunken river boat in the Sac River about a mile from Amber's house. It was a saweet place to kick back and have some beers. This is where and when I recieved my Dear Johnny call from Mia . On a side note, I really fucked up .. totally should've had a heart to heart with her about everything before I left ... presently we're still pretty rocky even as homies , biggest oops ever. Lovers stay together if you have something special, don't be a lame brain like yours truly.
Enough on that, there will be time to post about that later...
In fact this is definitely not the adventure in a nutshell. I think I'll continue this post in a day or so .
In a nutshell : eye-opening, exciting, breathtaking, heartbreaking.
until next time....