Thursday, August 28, 2008
The family camping trip that separated the men from the boys and girls from woman.
Besides the power hike to get into the camp, if your a first timmer, you get at least i water trip that involves a canoe, a lake pump, a small hike and of corse the water weight. This year was my 3rd, and i caught the last 3 days. It was different because I got the "Pack it out " part, and I had never been apart of that. (Holy crap, its not easy)
But of all the hard work, the benefits are Lee's fuckin dope cooking, Coins musicals, Bears every night. rope swings, late night canoe trips, eating rattle snake, fishing, hiking, Boozing, smoking, lots of doggs, family. Again another fine 10 days of wonderful people, and mother nature (and Big foot). Mente really suck's this year. I had to serenade myself by moonlight.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Good ol B-more is always a good time for me. Im pretty spoiled when Im there, But i respect the ways of the street when in there (Some what), because hey.....who wants to get mowed down, beat up, raped, stabbed, and thrown in the harbor. Its really mostly Slums. Row housing with rats the size of small dogs roam the allies, and they do not get out of your way when you approach them. Its there fuckin alley after all. Besides that there are a large amount of crack smoking zombies that drag themselves around and look of ANY way to get high. Scary place to live, but a great place to go write on shit. No one really cares If you are on a mail box getting a wall, or you have your ass hiked up a stop sign. As long as you are out of the blinky blue lights (Cameras) Then your okay.
Besides catching a shit pot ov wreck while I was there I got to Rage a birthday Party with a down ass Partner of mine. And then we met up 3 days later and did it again. Good times...Scary city.
It was a different year all around for me. Iv asked alot of people how there weekend was, and some said It was the best one yet. And other's pulled there wrist bands off Sat. night. For me there was a major list of high caliber people missing from my camp, and the festie all together. The music was well......... I liked maybe three bands. It seemed like every couple was at each other, and even dear friends were fussing about senseless shit. And others were fussing about not so senseless shit. One super good thing that I did notice is that every one 4 foot and under was having a BLAST! The kids were loving it all, and I guess thats what its about. I believe alot of people miss that. Adults trying to have fun in there element, and kids doing it naturally in any element. The last day my son ran around in footie pajamas all day. I got some tight black mail flix when he gets about 18 hahaha.
I turned 33 at the end of July, and It was filled with a trip so S. Oregon to chill with family, a night of fajitas, a canoe ride down the rouge, and of coarse getting schwilly every night. 33 for me so far feels alot like 28. After I got my ankel surgery I feel like I knocked off a few years. However things like the hommie Sauce, and kade will always add a few gray hairs.
But at any rate it went well, and we ate good, and I sunburnt my shins (Dont ask).