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Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Monday, May 09, 2011
Pics from the Field....
Encounters with stuff in Ok....
Most of the time things Die in Ok:
Sometimes things Live in Ok:
But most certainly things Rust in Ok:
Most of the time things Die in Ok:
Sometimes things Live in Ok:
But most certainly things Rust in Ok:
So Far....
So far to go, yet sometimes it feels like moving backwards. After the total loss of the Apocalypse I was pretty sure everything was fucked. Yet something was right, something unexplainable. Unimaginable. Wrong turns made right. Left turns still go left.
The Apocalypse had come and gone in a instant. Us passengers left extraordinarily unscathed. In one side out the other.
After a couple calls to State Farm (bad ass) we had everything fingered out. Some mind numbing research on the internets confirms that the sister truck exists. Maybe older, perhaps younger. Certainly not the same age. Either way she was found in Denver. Her name is Jezebel.
Crazily enough, with the loss of the Apacalypse I was able to pick up Jezebel AND pay off my medical debts. Amazing, I know. Older, wiser, still alive....
Meanwhile I ventured North, all the way, to pay a little homage to an old camper of mine and the friends in Montucky. It had to go. It also had a name, but I forget things. I had a friend who was interested in a free project leaky camper but after seeing it there was no way I was gonna pawn that pile of total fog shit on him so I set out for a another way. Disposal? They only take four foot sections. Nope. Bonfire? Too windy today, but the kids would love it! Frustrated, with chicken fingers in hand I harrass the cashier at the grocery if I could get a discount if I gave her a camper. She hollers something like "FREE CAMPER" and the next cashier over spins around "REALLY?". She calls her hubby and the previously named camper gets a ride on the smallest trailer of all time and is officially out of Ern-man's field. I feel relieved.
Finally make it back to ID, unload, hang a sweet American flag on the pole (horrible liberals are indeed ok) beer it up, cut some trees, burn some slash, have a birthday, and make a list. Theres absolutely no snow. Im flabbergasted....and await the next trial (trail) in a series that seems like its never gonna end. But I had some SWEET cinematic dreams....
Music of Note: Death Cab for Cutie, Sunny Day Real Estate
The Apocalypse had come and gone in a instant. Us passengers left extraordinarily unscathed. In one side out the other.
After a couple calls to State Farm (bad ass) we had everything fingered out. Some mind numbing research on the internets confirms that the sister truck exists. Maybe older, perhaps younger. Certainly not the same age. Either way she was found in Denver. Her name is Jezebel.
Crazily enough, with the loss of the Apacalypse I was able to pick up Jezebel AND pay off my medical debts. Amazing, I know. Older, wiser, still alive....Meanwhile I ventured North, all the way, to pay a little homage to an old camper of mine and the friends in Montucky. It had to go. It also had a name, but I forget things. I had a friend who was interested in a free project leaky camper but after seeing it there was no way I was gonna pawn that pile of total fog shit on him so I set out for a another way. Disposal? They only take four foot sections. Nope. Bonfire? Too windy today, but the kids would love it! Frustrated, with chicken fingers in hand I harrass the cashier at the grocery if I could get a discount if I gave her a camper. She hollers something like "FREE CAMPER" and the next cashier over spins around "REALLY?". She calls her hubby and the previously named camper gets a ride on the smallest trailer of all time and is officially out of Ern-man's field. I feel relieved.
Finally make it back to ID, unload, hang a sweet American flag on the pole (horrible liberals are indeed ok) beer it up, cut some trees, burn some slash, have a birthday, and make a list. Theres absolutely no snow. Im flabbergasted....and await the next trial (trail) in a series that seems like its never gonna end. But I had some SWEET cinematic dreams....
Music of Note: Death Cab for Cutie, Sunny Day Real Estate
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