Showing posts with label Spring Break '06. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spring Break '06. Show all posts
Monday, June 21, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
tour journal #1673
so tonight i head out for the completion of third leg of open mic fight nights tour around the lovely jackson tn. firtle turtle is where im headed.
its been a real hefty tour. plenty of drunk whores, bar fights, and god talks.
i decided i really would like to do another spring break 06.
lets secret society our asses to some coast line. and chill hard.
think of the gooney golf. and the water parks. and the thrill rides.
i hate my self for leaving panama city beach florida
as maybe you can tell from the beach bitching. ive been pretty nostalgic lately.
if you care to take the time to remember with me
heres a few links
personally i think we were awesome little kids
lets go to the beach for real
peace bitches
the sun
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
A Love Song
I'll never forget the day i first laid eyes on you
I'll never forget love at first sight
I can't keep my mind off of all of the wonderful things we got to experience together
To think i almost missed out on you
Maybe it was a god that laid his bored hands onto all of our tired pink sun burnt shoulders.
Maybe he whispered into our ears that there could in fact be beautiful things on what we all saw as an ugly planet.
Stupid children is what we all were before you came into our pathetic lives
Thanks so much for making my entire life worth it
Heres to you
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Gods And GellyFishes
as the three of them sat alone along the empty beach enjoying what the small moment that could have only been allotted to them by some unheard of god because certainly the god that the captain was used to had just smite ol' new orleans. it just could not be the one and the same god. surely there are many ponders the walk in the panthers ears. the captain has been going since the sun went down yesterday and through rounds and rounds of makeshift beer pong bullshit panther and walked somehow managed to continue on trudging with the captain throughout the night. the merchant and the martian just said fuck it and slept the night through. so off they go. down the stairs. cool warm breeze blowing through the walks hair. he looks retarded. we all look retarded. god dammit. anyways the hours drift by and by. ill just skip over this part because the Captain was very drunk and very outspoken and very belligerent and very annoying. so i will spare you all of the ignorant prattle dressed up and paraded around like those young girls that have parents that make them start walking fucking straight pageant walks as toddlers. sick. i digress. fuck it
i guess we are right back to where we started. we see three young boys under the influence of all of the scum and trash of america that we could pile up. they have never seen a sunrise before. as awful as maybe there tender bellys may feel from the ungodly ammounts of booze they remain calm. they sit their youth aside for a moment and accept this gorgeous sunrise for every thing that it is. to this day they are still not grown ups. but in that moment they felt it all.
picture this please.
all at once the boys emerge from their chosen spots in the sand. they want to wake the morning up. a guy told me that that was impossible. and i split his fucking lip. they ran down into the chilly ocean. do you see the sun coming up behind them? it was going to be a glorious day.
but...
somethings wrong.
the panther is the first to yowl. but once it pops the fun don't stop. many a tourist were awoken to the screeches of these three boys. a swarm of jelly fish just happened to be in the exact spot that they dove face first into. here they were on the cusp of the best day of their lives. beautiful sunrise. they tried so hard for just those moments to truly make that day a dream come true.
so in closing i guess i say that that moment is a dream come true for those three boys. find me some one else that tells of this story. until then it is their dream only.
so in closing i guess i say that that moment is a dream come true for those three boys. find me some one else that tells of this story. until then it is their dream only.
p.s. i would also like to point out that after all of the captains babbling about his god and who he was worshiping that month/what smart christian beautiful young lady he was fucking and corupting that day.
i just want to say that if your god is real. he smite you with jellyfish on that warm breezy morn.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Memory Laine Also Open to Thru Traffic
Attempting to get this memory treasure business started, and in the Spirit of Summer Break beginning I find it appropriate to discuss a very special time in all of our lives. You probably know it as:
An 11 hour drive from a quiet, hot damp town in Tennessee, the 5 crammed into the smallest possible car anyone one of us could have owned at the time. A very interesting trip in the case of our special ratio of 4 bored chain smokers to one small courageous panther-eagle. Although the hours passed slowly, not one of them had thought to complain. As many times as the idea to pick up thump-wielding, denim clad, long-haired, silky-voiced 'hikers entered their pathetic and perverted little plans, it was met with a little thing called reality. I say "thing" because there is really not much known about it, just the rumors of people that no one within the confines this story would possibly give the time of day. Which is good, if of course what we are talking about is a vacation right?...
Anyhow, the roads fly by, the wind rips the ash right in view of the breath of the merchant. A former captain himself, he is also the owner of the barely-sedan, sitting in the navigator's chair. Not noticing it's path otherwise, the ash takes on it's duty, drawing out a path of corkscrews within the vessel before resting itself between certain strands of hair of a fellow deckhand. Or maybe those strands are of the seat cushions. It would matter on the time you are to note such a seemingly insignificant event. The real event is not found in these alone. On with the 5th, 6th... and halfway through a 7th round of cigarettes, and the car and it's passengers come to their first stop of the day.
Without a clerk at the table, anyone would have thought the some thing. At least I cannot fathom a person that dumb. "It's not like we didn't try..." That phrase had resonance for too many of them for too many reasons already. Within a few moments, any such thoughts had folded to the back of their heads, combed back easily along the brown-gray, ash-filled nests they made, still wet from the noontime sun. Call it the luck that was long due that ugly crew, but the thinness of their wallets would not restrict them so far. Doubloons nor dollars would help them where they really needed it, but goddamn it if a belly full of cheezy puffs and few cold brews didn't hit the spot.
With some-odd hours, twice as many cigarette packages, and probably three too many miles seen by the young champions' chariot, the daylight became slightly more annoying. "Not one of us checked for a spare tire... This was supposed to be a 400-mile trip!" An anger rose up out of nothing. Where there once was paradise painted on the horizon is now a streak of colors not smudged by water or sand or even fun but by greasy cut hands lifting up the remnants of the car's favorite rubber shoe. "How do you know it was her favorite?" Alas, the panther rises from it's slumber. Although a panther should be feared, his prowl was not one to take notice of. In fact, this summer's hibernation was not even broken by the convenience store looting. Still lost in the world of ultimate hopesville, his thoughts had not shied away from the perfect lady-cop rescue-vixen the moment the vacation shuddered onto the shoulder of the highway. "I said it was MY favorite dumbass! I just put this on for the trip. I figured he actually replaced this kinda stuff! " the captain's old man was actually a collector of sorts. Stamps, buterflies, yeah those are nice to look at once, but hot rods are a whole different story. I guess the white walls don't particularly grant more durability after so many years.
SPRING BREAK '06
An 11 hour drive from a quiet, hot damp town in Tennessee, the 5 crammed into the smallest possible car anyone one of us could have owned at the time. A very interesting trip in the case of our special ratio of 4 bored chain smokers to one small courageous panther-eagle. Although the hours passed slowly, not one of them had thought to complain. As many times as the idea to pick up thump-wielding, denim clad, long-haired, silky-voiced 'hikers entered their pathetic and perverted little plans, it was met with a little thing called reality. I say "thing" because there is really not much known about it, just the rumors of people that no one within the confines this story would possibly give the time of day. Which is good, if of course what we are talking about is a vacation right?...
Anyhow, the roads fly by, the wind rips the ash right in view of the breath of the merchant. A former captain himself, he is also the owner of the barely-sedan, sitting in the navigator's chair. Not noticing it's path otherwise, the ash takes on it's duty, drawing out a path of corkscrews within the vessel before resting itself between certain strands of hair of a fellow deckhand. Or maybe those strands are of the seat cushions. It would matter on the time you are to note such a seemingly insignificant event. The real event is not found in these alone. On with the 5th, 6th... and halfway through a 7th round of cigarettes, and the car and it's passengers come to their first stop of the day.
Without a clerk at the table, anyone would have thought the some thing. At least I cannot fathom a person that dumb. "It's not like we didn't try..." That phrase had resonance for too many of them for too many reasons already. Within a few moments, any such thoughts had folded to the back of their heads, combed back easily along the brown-gray, ash-filled nests they made, still wet from the noontime sun. Call it the luck that was long due that ugly crew, but the thinness of their wallets would not restrict them so far. Doubloons nor dollars would help them where they really needed it, but goddamn it if a belly full of cheezy puffs and few cold brews didn't hit the spot.
With some-odd hours, twice as many cigarette packages, and probably three too many miles seen by the young champions' chariot, the daylight became slightly more annoying. "Not one of us checked for a spare tire... This was supposed to be a 400-mile trip!" An anger rose up out of nothing. Where there once was paradise painted on the horizon is now a streak of colors not smudged by water or sand or even fun but by greasy cut hands lifting up the remnants of the car's favorite rubber shoe. "How do you know it was her favorite?" Alas, the panther rises from it's slumber. Although a panther should be feared, his prowl was not one to take notice of. In fact, this summer's hibernation was not even broken by the convenience store looting. Still lost in the world of ultimate hopesville, his thoughts had not shied away from the perfect lady-cop rescue-vixen the moment the vacation shuddered onto the shoulder of the highway. "I said it was MY favorite dumbass! I just put this on for the trip. I figured he actually replaced this kinda stuff! " the captain's old man was actually a collector of sorts. Stamps, buterflies, yeah those are nice to look at once, but hot rods are a whole different story. I guess the white walls don't particularly grant more durability after so many years.
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