Tis I....WHITNEY
Hello again,
I have returned from my, uh...what you would call 3 days of bloody hell. I would continue telling you all about how bad it was, but it would just ruin the good feeling I have going, so I'm not gonna do it. But I WILL tell you some of it... On the way up there, I saw these random kids having a MAJOR hesh sesh in this dam-type thing. They were trying to nail all of this insane shit, but it just wasn't working out too well for them at all. I kinda felt bad for them. One of the kids looked like he was eight fucking years old and he mastered some of the stuff that a lot of "skaters" can't even do. Like a decent kickflip for one. He was my idol of the day if there really is such a thing. Oh well, it must be just a Whitney thing. Anyways, then I had to sit there in traffic for about 2 and a half hours while we played the "What's That Smell?" game. Oh dear God i hate that game. Some shit smelled like paint and burps. It was nasty as fuck and it was coming from outside, so I tried to close all of the open windows but the smell got trapped inside and some of it still even seeped through somehow. It was gruesome and it made me want to throw up in my mouth a little.
A word of advice to anyone from Michigan... never ask a hick from up north for directions to anywhere...EVER. They will only let you down miserably.
******CKY PLAYS IN DETROIT ON AUGUST 31! I MUST GO!*******
Well compadres, that is my 2 cents. ~Later
Whitney
I have returned from my, uh...what you would call 3 days of bloody hell. I would continue telling you all about how bad it was, but it would just ruin the good feeling I have going, so I'm not gonna do it. But I WILL tell you some of it... On the way up there, I saw these random kids having a MAJOR hesh sesh in this dam-type thing. They were trying to nail all of this insane shit, but it just wasn't working out too well for them at all. I kinda felt bad for them. One of the kids looked like he was eight fucking years old and he mastered some of the stuff that a lot of "skaters" can't even do. Like a decent kickflip for one. He was my idol of the day if there really is such a thing. Oh well, it must be just a Whitney thing. Anyways, then I had to sit there in traffic for about 2 and a half hours while we played the "What's That Smell?" game. Oh dear God i hate that game. Some shit smelled like paint and burps. It was nasty as fuck and it was coming from outside, so I tried to close all of the open windows but the smell got trapped inside and some of it still even seeped through somehow. It was gruesome and it made me want to throw up in my mouth a little.
A word of advice to anyone from Michigan... never ask a hick from up north for directions to anywhere...EVER. They will only let you down miserably.
******CKY PLAYS IN DETROIT ON AUGUST 31! I MUST GO!*******
Well compadres, that is my 2 cents. ~Later
Whitney