unclepussy

so i spent the day yesterday being the middleman in the exchange of illicit drugs. normally i avoid this sort of thing but what are you gonna do when a big fucking biker calls and asks you do to him a favor? exactly. then i got drunk with a bunch of old men and bikers in the middle of the day.

i forgot to eat anything for breakfast or lunch so i was pretty much plastered to the fucking wall by 5:00.

well the plans have been formulated. let's see BBQ tonight, BBQ tomorrow, camping on Sunday and Monday. lost weekend.

we're going comping up on trout lake in washington state. it actually sits at the base of Mt Adams which is as native american legend tells it is the sorrowful suitor of a beautiful maiden, Squaw Mtn. I love native american lore.

seems like such a sad place but i bet it's beautiful. i hear there's ice caves. woohoo!

my friend Paul leaves very soon for NYC. He's got a woman there in Grenwich Village. Cool. Now i have a place to crash when i visit New York.

i'm out people. happy bday america.

oh yeah i got my hands on some vanilla rum and vanilla coke. i hear this shits addictive so i promise to be moderate with it but if you don't hear from me for a while it means i'm in a gutter somewhere bumming change for my next fifth.