WHAT WE DO IS SECRET

WEEKENDS I HANG OVER ONE SIDE OF THE BAR OR THE OTHER LIKE A PLAGUE BUT RECENTLY THE GOOD WILL STAFF ASKED ME TO TAKE A HIKE. SO I DECIDED TO DO JUST THAT. I SET OFF DOWN THE RIVER TRAIL WITH A BACKPACK FULL OF TOPOS HOPING TO STUMBLE ACROSS ADVENTURE.

I HAPPENED UPON A DEEP DARK WOOD IN A PLACE I DARE NOT NAME AND BEHIND A THICKET WAS A CLEARING WHERE BIG TUNES WERE BUMPIN AND ROCKERS WERE RAVING. BRIGHTER AND BOLDER THAN EVER THIS PARTY RAGED LOUD INTO THE LATE NIGHT, BUT WAS TOO SOON CUT SHORT BY THE STRONG ARM OF THE LAW.

ALTHOUGH THESE GROUNDS ARE GENERALLY UNMARRED BY THE INVASIVE SPECIES OF SWINE THAT INFECTS OUR INNER CITY, A PACK OF SQUEALING SHITHEAD KILLJOYS DESCENDED UPON OUR HAPPY GATHERING, SCATTERING ALL MOVERS/SHAKERS TO FLEE FOR THEIR FREEDOM. 

BUT I GOT A COUPLE NICE FUCKED UP FLICKS ON TOMMYS POWERSHOT.

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