Keepitrail

Yeah, I know what you mean. I have done a fair bit of composition and going back and forth on the computer, but it just seems so contradictory somehow. It feels really, really good to know that every stroke is permanent. It's sort of a self imposed handicap that makes you actually think about what you're feeling instead of what you're writing. And embellishment is so terribly difficult to avoid. It's so much more fun to self-impose strange situations on yourself than embellish those that were only mediocre and happenstance. And I don't mean being an asshole to someone at a bar, just to get into a brawl and have a "story" the next day. I mean wanting it from the inside, that terminal self-nagging doubt that says, "they may not know that you lied but you did, so stop being a bitch and go do something memorable and you can both experience it honestly." That sort of happiness.

And he never did. It was my bad to suggest, shroomily, but mainly drinkily, that we shoot fireworks while holding them. Little did I know the iron grip of an aussie just let the fucking thing explode in his hand. Never let go, m8. Tahoe is pretty incredible. Thinking of spending a few months there and looting some of there knowledge at the comm. college there. One day spent rambling about that place sent me spinning BROTHER! Where the fuck are you!? We go that area often. Fuck me! (NH) Do you do snowboard? We picked up a few and gear from some friends. Waiting till it's good there then do a trip and just bum tickets off of early quitters at the base. Seriously hollar at me PM or email myname@gmail and I'll hit you up before we head out. Good fucking looking man... I flew to TN with some weed vacuumed and no issue, actually had a j without realizing it in my smokes carry on. I wish i had layed over longer in CO, if it were up to me I'd have done a day there and abused your morning hangover bloody marines. Thanks man, Hey were you the one who sent a postcard from Newfoundland? No one ever signed it or wrote a return address. Always good to hear from you. This made me quite happy for reasons unrelated to this forum. Thank you. Difficult! Most of the troubles I am working around is finding my own voice and also finding time and motivation to write. I have a lot of stuff typed up (typewriter) which I like much more because it requires confidence and premeditation (there is no backspace). And afterwards editing in pencil. I just read recently that's how Vonnegut worked, he had a nice little insert about his writing process in his latest, or late book. I forget the name, it's in the backseat of the car. Anyway, Because I like to read, I tend to gravitate mentally and writily towards whoever I'm reading. It's often Holden Caufield, Sal Paradise, Krakauer, London... you know the folk. The same with who you admire art-wise or graffiti-wise. Even those who seem to spring from a well of originality can only respond to the world around them: they don't bite, but they nibble.

ALWAYS FOLLOW FOREST SERVICE ROADS! They inevitably lead to wonderful camping sites where lumberjacks shoot skeet (and you can too NH) and flatten out spots to camp at. Five miles up the mountain from a pay campnig site, we found a FS road that led us up, up, up, and low and be holed, we did sex and shoot guns on a cliffy top pull off. Firewood pre-chopped! Lumber Roads! Shooting skeet in Stanislaus

Tahoe!!!

Half good, half bad. She was going to search the car, since she had probable with the "natural resource" and "local flora poking out from the trunkspace" (sagebrush sticks coming out the backseet from the trunk). So her way of asking for consent, which she had already, was more of a test to see how hard she should look. (she didn't look very hard!!) It happened once before near Mono lake. I had a skull in the car and they did the same routine, natural resource. But they asked for consent (exactly how she had) and I said "I don't consent you to search my car or enter it". and they said, in a way, we already have probable because of the resource and you're on park land. At which point they rather rudely ruffled through everything I had. Luckily I had little besides some suitcases and guns, unloaded. So, in this case, I took the weed and responsibilty, she said because i took the blame for everything, she was only giving a ticket to me, instead of each one of us, which was what she did 100% of the time. Who knows if it's true. But the whole point of being cool was to - should it come to it (which it did) - avoid having them in a bad mood when they found that "writing on the wall".

Can you take the card out? If so, some laptops or computers have a slot to push it into. Then you can access them directly instead of a cord or program. Instagram is for people with smartphones who feel the need to share everything they do with the rest of the world. I haven't figured it out quite yet but apparently it's destroying our children! I have it to keep in touch with all the crew across the country that I normally don't talk to. It's nice to see what they're up to, painting, etc. In contrast is snapchat, which my buddy turned me on to recently. It's more like a mix between text messaging and telephone calls. It's actually quite similar to graffiti, in that every picture or movie you send to your friends is only seen for a few seconds, then gone forever. Sort of like a hot interstate spot or a popular yard to paint. Lots of people see it, but it'll be gone in a day. Similarly, you can take a "screenshot" of what someone sent you, and keep it, just like taking a flick of your spot the next day. More accurately, like driving along and seeing a good spot your buddy did, and being quick enough to get a flick of it before you've passed it. And yes I'm kind of ashamed to be saying all this while talking about being off the grid and wilderness shit, haha.

On the Road Again.... Driving out 37 to Tahoe, we spotted this little beauty. Sprewing beer shouting, "Sphtthphthh! Talongs! talons! pullover!" a good start to a weeklong trip through hotspring country

I just realized I had two photobucket accounts. Hahahah.... I kept wondering where half my shit was. Yosemite... Second only to Yellowstone. But... Death Valley!! Back at the salt flats.... Eat some c-h-o-c-o-l-a-t-e-s... THINGS GET STRAAANNNNGEEEEEE.......................... Moonlight refractions on hundred mile horizons, salt plate fire pops, bang! Bottlerocket burns, blood and missing finger skin - white hot night and where's the beer... give me the revolver, quick! Pow! Pow! Shoot the moon, mushroom bloom from barrel soon! Burned up bags, nylon rips and feathers everywhere, how did we sleep through that? The Auzzie needs a doctor. Distant dots, looks like cops... let's take a walk. Dots disappear... twenty feet near, reappear.. (female) Drop the bags, Any weapons on you? ---(hmmmm)....Why No, officer! - You were Camping in the salt flats - Illegal fun! No sleeping where it's unauthorized! ....(though I admit I wish I could sleep there) at any rate, what's this?? I spy a bone in the car - Possession of Natural Resources! I'll have to retrieve it. Oh my, I'll have to look around for More Natural Resources. Ah-HAH! POTS AND PILLS! [[[they fail to notice the drug induced tags on the ground about 10 feet from the car]]]] and what's this>> Sprayable Paint - Tell me son, when was the last time you huffed?? $350 later.... Okay boys, free to go - don't go having anymore fun without our permission! And don't forget the forms! Fill out the forms! Pay the paperwork! Work your ass off to pay me to fuck people over! (2nd cop "Oh, what's this...what color spraypaint was in the car?" Oh.... blue, ma'am. "Sure it wasn't black?Look at this here... " don't know what that is, ma'am. looks like scribbles. "Isn't that a coincidence?" Don't think so ma'am, listen, we gotta go - meetings in Vegas and corporate stuff... -everyone scrambles in car and jets -- I tell a guy in line the story of the desert, and he says "Be right back".... ten minutes later he hands me a quarter of sour diesel "I know that feeling buddy... enjoy your stay in vegas" A portion of advice: If you really really want to get on the roof of the Circus Circus, make it quick. Cause they know the instant you open that door!!

Me and the auzzies made it up to Yosemite and spent a few days there. I took them to the secret tunnel in the pass. There's actually two, we found the other one on the way out. If you're going in from 120, and you get into the park, there's a tunnel through the mountain about a half mile long. About halfway through it, if you're looking away from the mountain, there's a tiny little tunnel that flashes by. Everyone parks right after the tunnel and takes flicks, but you have to hike back up into the tunnel to get the super tight view. I think I mentioned it twenty or so pages back. Here it is again. Scary as fuuuuck leaning over that cliff...

Still bouncing around, but I'm in north bay SF now, trying to keep my boat on a leash.

Just before leaving the sailboat for a while, grabbed my paintings off it Nothing says Welcome to California like a dumpster full of weed. Santa Barbara... Oh yeah, so some aussies from Melbourne come by SF back in November and want to do a road trip. Fuck yes! They rented a car in SF, and stayed the night on the boat. In the morning, I grabbed all my shit and we shoved off east towards Yosemite.

FF to the past few months. I don't know if I included the 100+ hours I spent on one fucking freight train from Oakland to St. Louis?? I'll put the pics up anyway. Here's some random stuff along the way! A dead dog my girl ran over when we ran around Valladolid MX on the hostel's bikes. How I hope to be at 50 Debil Werships in Guatemala Shootin Coons in TN $$$$

I just got it! Put me on: Keepitrail

Another update! I think i left off somewhere in southern Belize...? we left the little island house after a few weeks of restoring the place and took a bus up to Mexico. I have some good pictures of that but I'll summarize since I can't find them here... - Went to a cenote and spent the day jumping and swimming with these eel-like birds that speared fish with their beaks Then back to Cancun, at a neat hostel - take the bus into the beach area, stop by a few farmacias and cop some super cheap mexican vicodin and percs. The molly we snuck in was in capsules, but we kept it in our vitamins bag, and apparently at some point the whole thing got kind of damp and they merged into a weird gummy bear that tasted like piss and made your whole world into phosphorescent fantasies snorkeling in super warm mexican beaches and getting free drinks from hotels by finding wristbands in the sand. The coke was god-awful and expensive even by MX standards... Afer a week of silliness we woke up in the hostel to a stolen camera. All of the photos from the past year were on it. We ran downstairs and told the dude working the desk - an ex-gangster dude who we had befriended. He put the place on lock and said nobody was leaving without getting searched. But really... it was like 10 am and whoever took it was long gone for sure. Back upstairs in the room, we packed our bags and a mexican dude was walking out. They don't allow mexicans to stay in the hostels. Fake polo shirt, 210lb, fauxhawk, and a little backpack. He passed me and I kind of looked at him sideways and he stopped and said in spanish, 'hey friend, do you know where the bathroom is?' which was about 20 feet away, in the same room we all slept in. 'yeah, it's right there.' he looked over, 'oh, i'm going to use the one downstairs...' 'why don't you use that one?' 'oh no problem, i'm just heading out' "Nahhhhhhhh, hold up a sec" he started to walk by me. "nah, dude, hold up.' My girl called the desk homie and he came up, talking better spanish. we agreed to go downstairs and look in his bag. At the bottom of the stairs he started to run outside and I grabbed him and swung in front of him to block the door. Then he tried to play it hard and get by me, at which point my homie called the cops. We sat him (forcibly) down on the couch and he emptied his bag, but there was just some clothes and an ipod cord. "See? Nada! And you are keeping me here against my will!" Hold up, homie. He was shaking his bag upside down but holding onto it kind of odd. I grabbed his bag and sure enough..clunk. At this point he stands up and starts to run out, but I grabbed his collar and sat him down. He tried to act like he was going to swing, but my homie ran up on him and told him what was the deal in spanish. The cops came and handcuffed him to the pickup truck, took him away. He was saying he'd be out that night and come back for revenge, but my homie pointed a finger at him and said "boom boom boom amigo, try it". Anyway, we caught the bus to the airport and ditched out, all limbs intact and camera inhand.

He do have that funky fresh freight game though!

Yeah Kingin them chill spots! Meanwhile...

42 & BW's digging that mesko that betor paser. and ole rasmo on the treets paintin hard and killin the dick game

Punta Gorda BZ ^personal favorite Guatemala City I think

Get to a computer after a couple weeks, check 12oz. and see this... logged in just to repost and prop. Well put and objectively (as can be) stated. Need more like this!!

Right now I'm in the North Bay, but I'll be moving to the East Bay early next year, and I'm having a little boat party before I go. Hopefully I'll have a place for my sailboat over there, but I want to make sure and get a good party on it at least once. The timing is more or less anytime in the coming month. Also a general thanks to everyone I've met off here... BloodyWishes - You're the fuckin man! Seriously, can't wait to hook up next month, I'll be around. Karl Hungus - the first guy I met out here, THANK YOU for everything you did to seriously hook me up with some killer work, an amazing night of debauchery, and the greatest trees I've ever ingested. You are an SF legend to me. Fist666 - for giving me a place to stay, another fantastic night on the town, beer, fixing my BIKE!, mailing my knife, a beautiful hike, and really, really good conversation. Seeking - for buying a painting from me when times were super tough, and encouraging words when i needed it. Thanks dude. Edogg - Can't really even begin. Showing me countless spots, giving me lodging and loving, keeping my car while I was away, storing my guns, keeping me from going insane with cabin fever, always being positive and down for conversation, my TYPEWRITER!, and being my muse. Thanks... LiesareinWA - Showing up at my cabin with herb and paint and taking me out on the town, showing me secret magic fungus patches right in my own backyard, and giving me advice which probably saved my ass from being gang raped Deliverance style. LUGR - for always staying with me on my travels and keeping me stoked on writing and photoing. Lewis&Clark - always positive input and keeping me going, Thanks!! any2 - for buying a painting from me when I really needed it! For showing me and the lady a killer place to camp, and for seriously hooking me up with some excellent deals. I still have your piece in my book. VEINESTONE - For showing me a fucking magical place on an island in Maine, beautiful spots to paint, and just being a really nice guy. Looking forward to it again. BOATS - For always keeping up with me and an outstanding offer for beers and tacos on the beach. I WILL take you up on that, you wild rascal. STAN51 - for a great time, great trees, hysterical stories, and a beers on my boat. Always welcome my man. rolling nowhere - for hooking me up with a top secret document which made my freight life so much more enjoyable. Thanks again man. ink face - JAMESON ALL DAY!!! Seriously, you are a madman. Thanks for hooking it up and I look forward to your ass showing up at this god damn boat party. SouthernMaineOfficial - for calling and trying to paint, which ended up not happening but was pretty funny in the end, Sorry I thought you were fuzz dude, we will paint when I get up there, if you're still down!! 50Million - for the fucking SPOT of the CENTURY. That place was a fucking diamond in the rough. Secret Sidewalk all day... MemphisOrDie - for the great letters and all the good photos, you're awesome. Gus's when I get back? shai - for the almost awesome place to stay. Syracuse99 - Fucking KILLER LETTER!!!! pertplusone - for the fucking AWESOME drawing, which I framed. And the great letter. Thanks. barbara walters - for always showing me a good time and great oldies. And for the sick drawing and letters when I was going cabin crazy. MilkGrenades - An awesome letter and a very funny correspondence. Thank you much!! And thanks to all of you: Symbols, Watson, fat ralphy, Mercer, da1lyoperations, decypheron, sleazeside, forsit, PITOFZOMBIES, IRON CHEF, methamphetamyne, Innapropriate Responder, NIGHTMAREONELMSTREET!!!!, blank, bakardy!, mewzer, IHATEYOU, Brewster Baker! morton, screaming hand logo, vanfull, NBB, Crimestoppers, IOU_TOO, bobbdigital, CaliGGULA, always making me laugh, the PROTESTER! aussie wanna come visit there soon!, medicinecabinet, ipod90, Pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft for being awesome, Schnitzel, caps.off.for.ya., FREDDYMURCERY!!!! Diene Mudder for sure,,, we will talk!! For keeping me going and always, always being insightful, humorous, and getting me all fired up all the time. sorry if I missed anyone I'm kind of drunk and they gave me some painkillers at the hospital cause I got hit by a car on my bike. or just crashed it, I don't remember I was pretty hammered. So I'm pretty sentimental at the moment... Thank all of you so much! ANYWAYS! Boat PARTY!!! If you live here or know anyone who does, get in touch with me! We will sail around the bay or just wile out on my houseboat. It will be a good time.