Wise guys on 90 |
As our "hipster-prison prison bus" pulls up to a toll-road oasis for some fresh diesel, 4 mobsters step out of this-year's model of the american gas-guzzling SUV. They seem beat down from a long night...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Apr 2009 11:31:00 GMT |
And last night |
In direct contradiction to our stay at thee Philadelphia Ikea-vomit-inn resort and lounge, we found ourselves in an oversized colonial maze of a hotel in DC. Emily and I must have walked past the "Int...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Apr 2009 13:01:00 GMT |
Sun (after a short drive south) |
"...as memories are older they're like wine rarer, till if you find a real old memory, one of infancy, not an established often tasted one but a brand new one!"----jack....... Honestly, i owe this guy...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Apr 2009 13:41:00 GMT |
Rain |
"All you do is head straight for the grave, a face just covers a skull awhile. Stretch that skull-cover and smile" --- jack
Posted by on Sat, 11 Apr 2009 12:12:00 GMT |
Last Night |
We stumbled upon the underground railroad for touring bands playing in NYC. Who says we can't park the Black Plague in the same stagnant sea as Kanye's blue whale of a tour bus? Coaches with not zero...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Apr 2009 10:35:00 GMT |
Dorado |
I absolutely, positively, %100 guarantee you there is nothing remotely odd about spending a whole day fishing with 15 hard-fucking-core Alaskan fisherman and returning to shore with 2 measly dorados (...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 09:54:00 GMT |
Surfing 101 |
Waiting for the perfect wave goes hand in hand with searching for a lady friend. Sure, you can stay close to the shoreline and catch a plethora of quick fixes. But , tis easy to resist the urge and ...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Jan 2009 07:55:00 GMT |
WTF |
This morning I saw Abraham Lincoln's face on a piece of tile on the bathroom floor. Still trying to figure out why that dirty dirty ol' president was trying to see me in the buck. He glanced at my p...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Jan 2009 12:21:00 GMT |
Just a guy |
Whomever named the "orange" must have been an incredibly boring, lame, and uninspired individual. Yet, i still posses the undeniable urge to meet the lad. I wonder if he would call me "flesh"?
Posted by on Fri, 12 Dec 2008 11:17:00 GMT |
random tour story numero uno |
In Philly, I overheard a terrifying conversation...I strolled into the bathroom of the club we were playing. Some ginourmous meat-head of a guy, riddled with tattoos, was standing at the mirror on hi...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Nov 2008 00:23:00 GMT |
