Salutations people, for we have made it to our destination of snow and ice. As the story begins I found myself in an enchanting forest that goes by the name of Castle Rock off Highway nine in the Santa Cruz mountains were there lies a beautiful view of the Valley of Silicon. It was a shame for the it was too smoggy and cloudy so you couldn't really see shit. A Crew and Mark Man Spencer were doing some strange documentations and I was roaming about around the massive stones that surrounded us. Faint voices of mexicans with a strong scent of motah were floating about the area. When the documentation was finished, we departed these strange parts and swiftly moved on, for we had to leave for LA in approximately three hours to beat traffic. But let me tell you, brethren, there was much to do in downtown San Jo, where in the long hand I bought smokes at a store where some dude was just stabbed, we ate pizza at Pizza my Heart and somewhat finished the documentations. We didn't leave until the hour of six.
We arrived in Hollywood where Mr. Tom, Shane the Sav, Matt Gotwig da Gotty Got-cig stay. That night we just chilled and skated the next day around the abode with Mark Man Spencer and Sir William (he's a ninja). It was fun. That night we got all shmadaldoe on that ass and and passed to slumber around six a.m. The next day A Crew and I went to visit Ken the Oriental. Skated some park in Culver City. Ken beat me in skate on a bank as Adam talked to some dude for a couple of hours. When we were on the journey to the car, some French people stopped us (one being a really hot ebony chick) and wanted us to do some shit the following weak. We implied we would not be there the following week. That night was pretty much just chillen until The Game (Michael Douglas) ended around four or so which was followed by an intoxicated Tom and a good amount of beer. I drank Heineken and took a trip to the realm of dreams.
The following sun rise Illa and I awoke around 11:00 or so and began the new trek to Arizona where we would kick it with the dessert brethren. A land of savage tendencies, we arrived in AZ around 8:30, relaxed at Adam's brother's house and went to T Adams (I gotchyo scrill mane) where we got drunk and played Shirades with a Pictonairy game. My team lost. We went easy on em' for a little for we were annihilating major ass and gave them a chance. That, my friends, backfired on us and it cost us the game, never have mercy. I awoke the next day to bright sunlight and a headache. A Crew went to go do stuff and I went skating with the homies. Skating was super fun for the AZ homies are strait hoggish. It was a good day and it ended with a slight intoxication. We had a long drive ahead of us the next day.
Today we rose around 7:30 and hit the road. I fell asleep and opened my eyes up to Fry's. Your Best Buys are always at Fries, dewdewdew...Guranteed. But this was no Fries, this was Fry's, a place for food. The deli was legit, I mean pretty superb. Due to this greatness of deli and hunger I purchased some meat (ham and turkey), some cheese (provolone) and a roll to create and indulge a scrumcious sandwich. A Crew and I indulged these sandwiches and left the store. I passed out again as we drove off. This time I woke up to the beautiful crevices and the enchanting landscape of the Grand Canyon. Having never been there before, I was hyped. Documentation took place. The rest of the time we drove through this land that contains vast areas of red earth that reach for the sky as a bird does, I was amazed. And before I knew we where it, we were in the Mormon state of Utah. Again I reposed. When I thought waking up couldn't be much better, but I awoke to great plains of powder and mountains with snow. I again was hyped. The drive was a while, like 13 hours or so, but it wasn't bad at all due to my sporadic naps and the amazing land. Finally we arrived to a Bro-ish dwelling where I hope to find a job and move on over to Denver. Wish a midget luck. Until next time, farewell slimebags.