A River Funs Through It...part 2

After I left the skatepark I headed back to the stream. Went the other way this time. Quick bike check at a new hangout.

Portal to an alternate universe? Or cement drainage pipe? Some things you gotta figure out on your own.

My fishing chair.

Bike down. Bummers.

My next apartment?

Beach sand.

Edgewater.

Caught the train.

Fits on the knuckles. Just sayin'.

Another idea to shoot to the bossman.

More danglies at a new spot.

Beer three. Yeah, by this point I like to start shedding articles of clothing. Loving the can strong!

Pete, Mark, Landon and Travis: I found our new touring van. It is practically new and has next to no mileage on it. Plus it can double as a taco stand during the daylight hours before our gigs. Let me know!

You said it, brother! Said it all.

A River Funs Through It...part 1

Old meets new.

Bridge to the Magic Forest. Hence the razor wire.

Trusty waterfall. Missed you.

Truth! I can vouch fer that dude.

Dope camp spot.

Lush.

Busted!

Beer one. Drank quickly, for it twas an arduous endeavor, achieving said destination, it twas.

Amazing.

 Amazing-er.

Playing danglies.

Beer two. A somber affair!

"Crooked paths are the only ones worth walking."

After the stream, I humped it up to the skatepark. Rode the ramps, put on some tunes. Turns out, the little dudes get into Black Sabbath as well. Timeless is timeless. Saw the baseball players and knew I had to take a picture. Seems like I'm standing in the outfield...but I'm not. These fields have no fences- Hampden isn't an area with any money. I was watching from this vantage point with some parents- these little dudes couldn't hit it that far anyway.

"I think it was the Fourth of July"

Stitches are out. Feels good to have a new scar. And yeah, still waiting on the call, American Apparel. I'll start smoking Camel Lights, I'll only listen to Belle and Sebastian- whatever you want.

The weather is nice in Baltimore, so I have big plans for the day. Starting things off, though,  with a little bit of Grandma's Boy and an attempt to turn orange. I'll keep you posted.

PEDROIA!

Went to an Orioles game by my lonesome today...and loved it! Saw some steeds along the way. Piggie bikes, but Harleys nonetheless.

Similar seats as last time...though a little bit higher.

Camden Yaaaads.

So rad. I don't think this is gonna get old any time soon.

Got this little thang of Knob from a co-worker around Christmastime. Never touched it til today. Snuck it into the game, dumped it in my soda pop, and there you go. God, I'm cheap.

Good, though!

So dope.

Things I Overheard at the O's Game

- I was kind of up in the nosebleeds, so it was pretty high up. This little girl behind me, she couldn't have been ten, goes to her mom, "Mom, this is so cool! I love getting high!" I almost spit up my drink.

-Random Dude: "Dude- was that a strike or a ball?"

Random Dude's friend: "Dude! Vlad didn't swing. That means it was a ball, dude."

-The O's played the Red Sox tonight, and a lot of Boston fans came out. The Baltimorons really gave it to whoever was foolish enough to sit close to them. One big group of O's fans poured it on, knowing there was no one around who would challenge their size. Some poor bastard sat ten rows in front of them in a Pedroia jersey. They are screaming at him, "Dustin. Hey, Dustin! DUSTIN! PEDROIA! DUSTIN PEDROIA! DUSTIN PEDROIA you look at MMMMMMEEEE!" Pretty much non-stop for three innings. They were so loud, and so relentless. It was f***ing hilarious. Other Red Sox tried to come to the dude's defense, but to no avail. I thought a fight might break out. Really good time. Wish my friends had been there, though. Wish I could share this stuff with my friends and family. I know yall would dig it so much.

It Came!

It finally came! Been waiting on this one for  while. Initial release from Oakland's finest: Lecherous Gaze. The dime is covering up some naughty bits...but be forewarned- I am not down for censorship (raise your kids right and the world won't need it, is my opinion). So, should you choose to continue, know that this little dude's large giggly bits are on the way.

This is the type of band to be really down for. Like Torche, or Valient Thorr, or Municipal Waste- they've only come to party.

BOOM!

people round here 

afraid to tell it like it is

telling me it's lemonade

but I can see it's piss

if it ain't got no soul

then I don't want to hear it

if it ain't rock n' roll

don't you take me nowhere near it

Cutty Sark

The Bean and I went for a walk on Sunday. Both got really burned- but it was totally worth it. After all that cold, I'd rather get torched every day than go back to that.

Sup fool.

Right after Shelley took this, the ship took a rip on one of its cannons. No cannonball, of course, but the exact same noise and smoke as if it was a live fire. The sound reverberated off of the skyscrapers lining the harbor- so sick.

Ended the walk at a great restaurant on the edge of the water. That's where I ran across some sauce that got me missing one of my dawgs. Miss you, dawg. Pete's in Europe right now, drumming like a man and taking it all in. Proud of him, psyched for him, a little jealous of him!