god damn I was sick this morning.
I'm over it now. Phew!
anyways, i've got a funny story for you guys and girls, so gather round kids, and bring your friends.
i was in Venice Beach, 4th and Rose to be exact. Well, actually it was 3 1/2 and Rose, by a guitar repair shop. There were about 20 kids living in this bus that was parked there. Someone had came down from S.F. with some family acid and some cubensis (sp?). closed caps. yummy.
So EVERYONE was pretty much living off of mushrooms and acid for about a month. Ok, that brings us back to the bus. around 11 p.m.. My friend Ayla and I decided we had to PISS. right then. no time to waste. so we stumbled off the bus to do so. Ayla had eaten a lot of mushrooms, and I had eaten more than a lot, and more than the reccommended dosage of LSD, too. But when we get to the piss spot, we realized we needed MORE shrooms.
We got in my car (parked 3 cars down from the bus) and each ate some more. We locked ourselves in for this, because someone might try to steal the shrooms, of course! Then after we took our pisses, we felt the need to go to the beach. RUNNING no time for walking. So me, Ayla, and Durc (her dog) hauled ass the 4 blocks to the beach.
Dogs aren't allowed on the beach, and i couldn't say i didn't know that because i have around 20 tickets for having a dog on the beach... so we had to jedi onto the beach. it looked so beautiful we just had to get in...
for those of you familiar with Venice, this is a place you DO NOT get in the water- under nay circumstances. but ayla, durc and I went in with all our clothes on and everything. we finally got out, and walked up the boardwalk, fryin' balls and bein all loud... covered with sand and soaking wet... following the dog. we get to the only place that's open in venice, a bar. we just stood there and announced we needed a beer, then cracked up and about 2 minutes later, some random guy brought us a fresh, icy 32er of Fat tire... our work was done.
So we continued to follow the dog. He took us to some party. We opened the gate to this part and there we were... 2 dirty, homeless squatters with a dog just as dirty, soaking wet, tripping balls, and carrying 1 fat tire. Everyone was all prissy looking and holding champagne glasses and when we opened that gate everyone just stopped what they were doing and STARED. we announced "this isn't our kinda party!!!" and ran off. so much for following the dog..
There's one i just pulled outta my as for ya guys. enjoy.
I'm over it now. Phew!
anyways, i've got a funny story for you guys and girls, so gather round kids, and bring your friends.
i was in Venice Beach, 4th and Rose to be exact. Well, actually it was 3 1/2 and Rose, by a guitar repair shop. There were about 20 kids living in this bus that was parked there. Someone had came down from S.F. with some family acid and some cubensis (sp?). closed caps. yummy.
So EVERYONE was pretty much living off of mushrooms and acid for about a month. Ok, that brings us back to the bus. around 11 p.m.. My friend Ayla and I decided we had to PISS. right then. no time to waste. so we stumbled off the bus to do so. Ayla had eaten a lot of mushrooms, and I had eaten more than a lot, and more than the reccommended dosage of LSD, too. But when we get to the piss spot, we realized we needed MORE shrooms.
We got in my car (parked 3 cars down from the bus) and each ate some more. We locked ourselves in for this, because someone might try to steal the shrooms, of course! Then after we took our pisses, we felt the need to go to the beach. RUNNING no time for walking. So me, Ayla, and Durc (her dog) hauled ass the 4 blocks to the beach.
Dogs aren't allowed on the beach, and i couldn't say i didn't know that because i have around 20 tickets for having a dog on the beach... so we had to jedi onto the beach. it looked so beautiful we just had to get in...
for those of you familiar with Venice, this is a place you DO NOT get in the water- under nay circumstances. but ayla, durc and I went in with all our clothes on and everything. we finally got out, and walked up the boardwalk, fryin' balls and bein all loud... covered with sand and soaking wet... following the dog. we get to the only place that's open in venice, a bar. we just stood there and announced we needed a beer, then cracked up and about 2 minutes later, some random guy brought us a fresh, icy 32er of Fat tire... our work was done.
So we continued to follow the dog. He took us to some party. We opened the gate to this part and there we were... 2 dirty, homeless squatters with a dog just as dirty, soaking wet, tripping balls, and carrying 1 fat tire. Everyone was all prissy looking and holding champagne glasses and when we opened that gate everyone just stopped what they were doing and STARED. we announced "this isn't our kinda party!!!" and ran off. so much for following the dog..
There's one i just pulled outta my as for ya guys. enjoy.
tragique:
Such an interesting story! I really admire you, I cant wait to see your next set, only wish I could have the oppurtunity to shoot you myself 
deken:
HAHA! Note to self, before I die I need to follow a dog for a day. That's badass. 