Transmitting live from a stolen internet connection from one of my neighbors on my newly acquired laptop which I got "brand new" from dell.com "outlet" section, which basically means I only spent $350 for a brand new laptop that has a couple of scratches on it which took me literally 15 minutes to find, and also the fact that it won't shut off with out crashing, but hey, it's microsoft vista. I have finally returned to the great white north of minnesota after over 3 months on the "west wing" of my nationwide road trip. The beard is in still full force, haven't shaved it since early may. It doesn't seem like its grown until I look at pictures from a month or two ago. It's not as noticeable of an change going from 2.5 inches to three then from 1/2 inch to 1inch.
Spent 3 months in Seattle which wrapped up with me seeing U.S.E. about 5 times. Also almost got a D.U.I. . After a late night at a bar ending with me telling one of my long time friends to go fuck himself, I proceeded up I-5 and into lynwood where after peeing on the dumpster behind an Arco gas station, began to pull back out to the main road to find a foot high divider preventing myself from crossing the street onto the right side. I then decided to go for it and unknowingly did not come across a safe place to cross back to the right side of the rode until about a block latter, and yes I did pass an oncoming car in the left side of the road. To my luck I was pulled over instantly and had a conversation with the officer to which he could see I had been drinking, and also reeked of beer given I had just made over 10 gallons of beer earlier that day. I honestly felt fine and knew I would blow some level on a breathalyzer but did not imagine I would end up blowing almost twice the legal limit (my score was .13 for those keeping score at home). I honestly believe that my willingness to participate and not give any bullshit to the cop is the reason why he let me park my car on the road and call my parents at 2:30 am to pick me up and drive my car home. A DUI is one of those things that I always thought I would be smart enough to keep myself out of that type of a situation, but now I realize that .08 is not really drunk driving, it is lightly buzzed driving for us seasoned drinkers.
After that evening, I was pretty contempt with getting the hell out of Seattle. I installed at trailer hitch on my subaru and attached my grandfathers boat which included a foosball table, lazy boy, weight bench, chain saw and much other junk which resulted in an excessive overweight limit on my cars towing ability, but I did it anyways. I was only going over the Cascades, Rockies and about 2000 miles all together.
First stop was Spokane, stayed the night with Paul Knowles. Nothing crazy happened, but just wanted to give a shout-out to my hommie PK (halla, ca ca ca coooooo) Second stop was Yellowstone to where I began to realize that my summer vacation had lasted too long given I was starting to drive back in the snow. Yellowstone was what you expect, lots of animals, almost ran into a bear and if my car insurance asks, this was where the damage to my car door occurred: I believe the story is an elk knocked a boulder into my car door, and not where it actually occurred in the redwoods when I ran into a boulder.
A couple days later I made it back to my house to which no one had checked on it for me for the entire 3 months. All was good except for the fact that one of my trees fell over and ripped the power lines out of my house. Good news/Bad news - don't know how much it will cost to fix, but at least I have some firewood for the winter!
After multiple hours to go through three months of mail and paying multiple bills that were past due that I was not even aware of, I decided to go on another vacation. Seattle Sounders were playing in Kansas City and this would be the last game I could go to. After pounding a 24oz of Steel Reserve in the parking lot, the first half was pretty fun being a hooligan in an opposing stadium. We successfully attempted the "Seattle...Sounders..." call back from across the stadium by having three guys stand on each side of the stadium. There were only about 10 die hard fans that showed up. After the game I traveled 3 hours up to Omaha, NE to hang out with an old friend who got too drunk at the Cornhusker game that day and therefore I was left to find a hotel at about 2 in the morning. Could have scored with the night attendant at the Motel 6, but let's just say she was a little too round for my likening.
On my way back to Minn. I ventured back through South Dakota to where I went on my typical killing spree with a shotgun in the middle of the prairie. Given there was no snow on the ground and the corn was still uncut, there was too much cover for all those tasty furry animals. I was able to get a pheasant to which I shot it at 3 pm, and had it frying for dinner by 6pm. Dinner is dinner when you have to dig out your on shotgun lead.
Next adventure is Halloween back in Seattle for a friends wedding. I think I'm going to implement my facial hair and be a lion for the after party.
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