Thursday, December 18, 2008
we traveled for 26 hrs today. 3 stops and 2 countries on our way to perth. this is the end of our last flight. not that you can really see this - but all those crates behind the bus are filled with real live cattle (cows). "wheres the beef" weird.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
I cant sleep. ever. I woke up at 5 am this morning and was out of smokes. so I drove out of the hotel to look for some. got lost. ended up on the new jersey turnpike, and somehow drove around for an hour till I realized I was going into Manhattan. this is a pic from our hotel room and how far away NYC is. I think its time to stop smoking. or start sleeping.
brad, ken, zack and bryan drank some bud lite's
then won a bunch of stuffed animals from the skill crane machine
the manager came over and told them to take it easy because the guy that refills the stuffed animals only comes in once a week.
so they went back and won the rest of the toys. boosh. cleaned that rig out. winners.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
this is ken with the mayor of viscount.
this was our evening / morning narrated by matt.
are we alive? is this thing on? miles and miles of Canadian wasteland between Saskatoon and Winnipeg somehow channeled an Apocalypse. jim morrison once wrote ... :lost in a roman wilderness of pain, and all the children are insane." this seemed to repeat over and over in my head as our gas-less van shat us out into the beautiful birthing hands of viscount Canada. we were confused, amazed and eager to swallow our destiny. our van crawled to a stop in front of a house awkwardly lit from the front by 2 ambulances. we wait. nobody around, the ambulances are empty. what the hell is happening in that house? zombies? a 54 hour meth driven sexual frenzy abruptly climaxed by a heart attack? the anticipation was killing us. finally an EMT poked her head but only to rudely inform us that medical emergency's slightly overshadow the need to get our 15 passenger van to Winnipeg so we can "jam" whatever. then out of the house comes our savior... that's right - the mayor of viscount himself. this man is highly trained and our situation doesn't even phase this veteran of the now legendary "Canadian civil war" shit he has the daughter of the towns "gas"man" hiding mysteriously inside his house. while simultaneously handling a diabetic attack and a barn fire the good mayor put us safely into the arms of our petroleum god. we have been driving through the night now and we are currently about 2 hrs outside Winnipeg. a couple of things have been become painfully clear. one, I will never be the mayor of anything except a case of beer and a town I mold out of deli tray meat. and two, I could have never survived as a cowboy. never.