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| Ahhhh, hitting the road. Nothing quite like it. Gives you a real liberating feeling of doing, saying, acting, behaving however you want without worrying about what the people back home would think/say. Hell, all of them think you are crazy anyway so I guess that doesn't matter. Nothing better than flying down (or up) the interstate in the middle of the nite, windows down, hair whipping around, music blasted so loud the car shakes, screeching along to the music, cup of hot coffee at your side, and a navigator asleep beside you with "The Next Exit" book falling out of her lap. The saga began in early 2002 when I finally bought a car rather than leased one. Mileage was no longer a concern and we realized we were getting old, pretty soon we'd never have chances to drop everything and hit the road. So we milked the year all we could and had a blast, learning many valuable lessons along the way. Changing the way ya look at life, changing the way you see strangers. And no trip is a real trip unless you really let out all emotions. Ya know, got angry, got upset, cried, screamed, got all pissy with someone, got so excited you nearly puked and the inevitable fight between you and your roadtrip buddy! Roll all that fun stuff into one and you've got yourself a kickass way to let go and do whatever the fuck you want. Forget about your jobs, schoolwork that's due, bills and troubles with your friends. Eat greasy, crappy food all day long, don't bathe, don't sleep, snatch hotel towels, whatever. No schedule to adhere to except when the doors open, you can dick off and piss away a whole day and be happy that ya did! Below are the summaries of Moo and I's (and Melissa's!) treks across the country in pursuit of getting bled on, pissed on, jizzed on, beaten by rough crowds, kicked in the head by crowd surfers, squished by fat sweaty folks, suffocated by masses of people and our endless goal of hitting every Super Wal-Mart in the country. I tried to make em short but ya know I had to cut out enough as it is. Names have mostly been withheld to protect the innocent, guilty, drunk, retarded or otherwise... If you are interested in the "no holds barred, brutally honest, straight up version" of our trips, I suggest breaking into my apartment and stealing the book I'm writing for Moo's eyes only. So far I'm around page 150 and I'm hardly halfway done. WTF do we ramble about? Well wouldn't you like to know? Pick apart a girl's brain and you'll be scared to death of what you find... heh heh... don't you love when you're teased with shit you can't have? |
| TRIP ONE - Judas Priest/Anthrax TRIP TWO - Lizzy Borden TRIP THREE - DBX/Disarray TRIP FOUR - DBX/Disarray TRIP FIVE - DBX/Disarray (again) TRIP SIX - Disarray TRIP SEVEN - GWAR TRIP EIGHT - GWAR TRIP NINE - GWAR *shock!* TRIP TEN - DBX TRIP ELEVEN - L.A.W. and an aimless weekend in Richmond TRIP TWELVE - Iron Maiden/Dio/Motorhead TRIP THIRTEEN - Iron Maiden/Dio/Motorhead TRIP FOURTEEN - Iron Maiden/Dio/Motorhead THE TRIPS THAT DIDN'T QUITE MAKE IT - a collection of sad tales about the trips that were canned! |