And Thanksgiving Break Was Upon the Face of the Deep…Day 1

I woke up rather early this morning for not having classes, it must be because of my internal clock used to just waking up at 5:30assholemorning everyday! It wasn’t a bad thing though, for I walked outside on a cool, brisk Colorado morning and took a deep breathe of that fresh mountain air in…I knew damn well fresh pow is soon to be in sight. While out there I found myself taking in the beautiful nature that I was inevitably egnfulfed in, for a while it all almost seemed quite like a dream. I was mesmerized at its overwhelming vastness and true power it embodies; i felt much like a pariah to this natural beauty. If you’ve never done this, or are just located in a place where the CO2 percentage of your area outnumbers the population (just keep making your carbon footprint bigger, man), then you should definitely go out and take a gander of all that surrounds us each day, it really puts things into better perspective. Any riders out there know that feeling,your bones start to ache, the convulsions begin to overwhelm your body, the cold sweats, the hot sweats?, oh you can almost smell it, and your pow-dar then starts going off. You’re ready to go ride. Aching to go ride. The weather here has been somewhat crazy as of thus far in our fall season; one day it can be pushing 60 degrees F, and some days it can be around in the HIGH 30s to low 40s, now that can cause any pow fiend to go crazy, dude.
I feel I want to relax during this break. I don’t want to be out sipping on Jameson and White Russian’s every night and wreaking of Marlboro 54’s or more commonly know as Gnarlboro 54’s, every morning. More than likely I’ll be hanging with my best buds BIG T and Hordison, or working on my studies. Things are different when I hang with BIG T and Hordison, sure we talk about riding and how insane it would be to maybe hike or heli up to the peak of Nohku Crags and then shred down it, but we also discuss things that most men feel the need to bottle in, and in return creates more than just a mere bonding sess, but more like a rad shrink sess. It’s a real mellow time around here, with the obvious signs of the holiday season upon us closer everyday. THERE’S NO NEED TO RUSH, just take it easy, dude…it could be a lot worse. So as I sit here and write this, looking out my window to the mountain landscape, sipping on a Starbucks, listening to the album Love Metal by the Finnish rock band HIM, I’m in a relaxed state that can be only rivaled with riding. Take it easy sweethearts.
…until I come back with another post, have a good one!

162 Feelin’ Good, How Bout You?

BIG T—

I think it was this recent friday where the boys got together once again.

I sustained a barrage of phone calls and text messages from Chuck and Hordison about heading over to hang out for the night, have some brew, have some smokes, have some dips, shoot at eachother in whatever game that was Hordison brought over on X-box, etc. Eventually I got worn down enough to give in and wheel my way over there.

It was dark out, and probably around 20 degrees F. I decided a 1979 Japaneese bicycle would be my best mode of transportation. I put a little 10 watt amplifier in a backpack, and threw my guitar in its own pack, and wore them stacked on top of eachother. What a sight that must have been, darting around on the dark, icy paths around the cottonwoods and drainage ditches on my way down there.

Eventually I arrived. We sat down, cracked some jokes, watched a little bit of DU vs. ND then elected to hop into the bee imm vee and wheel our way out to accomplish various tasks. If I remember correctly, we spent our first 30 minutes putting 1.3 gallons of gas into the car. There was an arguement about what octane to get, how much to put in, etc. The next hour and a half was spent driving from gas station to gas station looking for a good location to get somebody to grab us some smokes, which is odd because I can legally buy them. I suppose it’s some sorta complex.

In the end Hordison used my legal 18+ ID to sprint into the store and buy some Gnarlboro 54 blend menthols and some camel wintergreen dip. Definately odd. I remember how we remarked at how unnecessary the whole thing was, as well as how rad the packaging was for them 54’s.

Then, we headed out to the pizza shop, got some cheap pizza, cheap cheesy bread, and cheap Italian something. We headed back to the house and grubbed on that for a little bit, before going on to getting out that X-box and shooting at eachother, claiming our opponent to be terrorists. Once that died down, we headed out to the usual location to try out one of them 54’s and that wintergreen dip.

It turned into a sprint out of competition for who led the charge on the sidewalk. Eventually we got to the usuall seating area and tried em out. Them 54’s was pretty good, the packaging made them taste better. The wintergreen dip was pretty ok too, wasn’t really in the mood however.

The night ended with additional claims of terrorist organization affiliation and shooting on a video game. Chuck wheeled us both home, where the real shit show took place.

When we were in the bee imm vee, dropping Hordison off, we were ripping around some corner at 2 a.m. and saw these people making out against their shit box car. For no good reason we decided to wheel our way back around, flashing brights, blairing country music. What an end.

No Pow, No Babes, No Whiskey… What’s a Man to do?

With no whiskey in my system, no white russians to down in record time, hot babes to convo with, or any fresh pow to look forward to shredding, I thought ‘what the hell I may as well try this blogging thing out…see what all the hustle and bustle is about’, so here I am trying it out. I thought a good way to start would be to give you my daily routine from 5:20-7:15.
My day started bright and early this morning, with my sidekick alarm going off at 5:20am. 5:20am is a whole other world, you do stupid stuff like run into walls, step into a cold shower, turn off the lights (because unbeknownst to you them sunsabitches are on when your eyes are closed) and many other things. You may be asking yourself, and even if you’re not I’m still going to explain, why would a man get up at this ungoldy, befouling hour in god’s early morning? The answer to that is school, and to pick up my buds for it. I pick up two individulas, whom we will call Hordison and Big P. I pick Big P up first everyday, he is usually late, which pisses me off and more times than not I day dream of breaking this man’s jaw, but a good guy nonetheless. He greets me with a hearty hello, and a head nod, then immidiately cracks open a can of premium Copenhagen chewing tobacco, which I partake in from time to time… a man needs some sort of jolt at that hour when the local coffee shop isn’t accesible due to our history of late arrival. After Big P is picked up, I take a 5min trip further up the road to Hordison’s home, which is nestled in an area that epitomizes the easy going lacksidasical lifestyle of the common 9 to 5er…Hordison is neither of which. He is a man who lives a life of excess in every form and yet excells acidemically, and always has…even back in 3rd grade when the bastard used to steel my Top Ramen noodles during lunch hour…using his bare hands to take out my noodles and throw them in his cup when i wasn’t looking. You thought I forgot, dude? Think again. The rest of the ride to school usually consists of casual shit talking, which isn’t intended to be detrimental, but rather to increase group cohesion, and listening to sports radio or heavy metal HITS. We arrive in the parking lot around 7:05. We engage in a quick pep talk about how to take the day, and to bitch about the test that day, etc. We then walk as a group to the main back enterance, give head nods and catch ya later dudes, and we then are on our way to brace the day with a set of steel balls, and an unrivaled determination. Hooyah.

Hello world!

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