It is with a heavy heart that I report the latest news in my life, the departure of my amazing Bianchi '89 Giro, for a mere $275. This goes to show that the lifestyle of unemployment and consumption can indeed quickly lead to poverty.
However, over the weekend me and a friend went to the mountainous grounds of Wilkes County, NC, where we turned on, tuned in, and dropped out for a weekend, building fires, shootin guns and hiking through a vast 70 acre plot my father bought at the cusp of Y2K. (I hope the fear of 2012 encourages him to acquire more rad shit) The land is steep to say the least, and even at the flat point we found to pitch our tent (Tehehehe) I was still rolling into my companions personal space all night, a blessing in disquise as it was a mere 48* out. We spotted a couple deers and some turkeys, reafferming that nature is "Hellatight". This trip has givin me two ideas- 1) The Charleston Black Flag Society now has a large place to train for the revolution, and 2) It is high time to build a Trials course. More on that later.
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