Living in the Bay is like a MotherF@#$ing Zoo...a recap

I just got back from my big adventure across the country to San Fransico, New York's gay cousin, to meet up with 15 guys and exercise all day and then sleep in the same smelly room at night. On a more serious note, I would like to thank Damon and Laurant for letting 15 plus degenerates sleep in their house and bum out their roommates, and wish them all the best of luck in trying to rid the smell of feet from their carpet.

The day I got in I was informed that Peter Goldberg had left after one day due to a cold, which shocked nobody and inevitably lead to an ongoing inside joke throughout the trip. Get well soon Peter, don't become another man in 2009 to die from the common cold...

Since Peter left after only a day, I didn't

get the chance to see him or take a picture

of him, So here is a picture of Canyon

drinking a "Chai Latte" which is equally

as embarrassing as Peter leaving.

The Next day we all headed out to Wallenberg high school at 10 in the morning for the contest that thrasher magazine put on, for those of you who don't know what thrasher magazine is just picture farthumorquarterlyzine but not funny and only about skateboarding. Since nobody in the crew had been up before noon in over 3 years we didn't know what to drink to wake up.

Mike told me he stopped smoking weed

after he saw me all high the night before, but

he did start drinking gin in the mornings...

Then I decided that he probably stretched the

truth about the whole not getting high thing

as you can see in what used to be his eyes...

Oh yeah, these guys were there too...

This was going to be a picture of someone pulling

off an amazing move at the contest, but after reviewing

my pictures I quickly realized I just took a bunch of Mike

so here he is again.

After the contest we were all really buzzed off of the thrill of seeing history, and all booze we drank so we headed out to get breakfast. Most of the guys went to some stupid diner but Yabo and I decided the best thing to do for our bodies was to start day 1 of our new Popeyes diet. Popeyes was delicious, but it turns out that it isn't very good for you and I felt really out of shape. I still feel like garbage actually.

As you can see in this picture,

Yabo is an extremely health

conscious sober guy.

The next couple nights were pretty epic and involved tandem hill bombs outside the karaoke bar into prostitutes, Diner fights that ruined long time friendships, Jari getting stoned,buying fake cocaine off of a guy named "hustle Jamie"(who'da thought he would sell baby powder to underaged kids with a name like that), Shwilly wondering why the girl he made out with at the bar wouldn't call him back, Shwilly talking about that girl, Shwilly pissing me off talking about that girl, Jari getting stoned,Tinez doing something sketchy all trip long, drawing portraits of loose mom's at the bar, and Damon regretting the moment when he agreed to let "some of us" stay at his house for a few nights which led to 15 man children taking over his apartment.

I'm kind of an artist now.

I of course do not have photo's of all the amazing moments that took place throughout the rest of that amazing trip, but the memories will last for at least a couple days. And that is the end of friendship fest 09 and probably the last time we will all see each other before we get a girl pregnant or go to jail.