I´m backpacking central america! I´m in guatemala right now, in the middle of shotgun rounds being fired off nonchalantly into august´s night sky. I am kinda hard to reach but Ill be home on the 24th. MANY stories to tell.
so fuck it, I had to check up on you!
The straight dope.
I took a train to Boston. The ride was wild, I was a 25 year old Journalist and Amtrak kept serving me booze. I was supposed to meet up with this girl I know, but she didn't show up. 1:30 AM and i'm alone but now i'm waiting to meet up with my EMT friend Jamie Kanzler. Some girl crosses the street, we meet and she starts threatening to never speak to me again if I dont go home and sleep with her. I didn't respond they way she wanted, so she started calling me gay and trying to make-out with me. I was pretty drunkand she kissed me, and that's when I heard this familiar voice "GORMAN GET IN THE FUCKING CAR"
Jamie was with his girlfriend Julie, and they rolled up in a mini-van with mattresses for seats.
We have all the following supplies:
1 hallowed book to use as a bank
1 flask
2 knives
1 leatherman multi-tool
2 Padlocks attached to bandanas
1 sleeping bag
1 jar of potent weed peanut butter
60 pills of adderal in 20 mg and 10 mg doses
1 jar of weed peanut butter
15 muscle relaxants
there is also 1 suitcase,
of which the contents are:
baby's teeth, animal bones, tea bags, candles, a rubber hand and an old tin rattle.
We've been eating weed peanut butter for the last week, sitting on beaches, in the birthplace of kerouac, and driving around in the van.
And someone's voice was saying
"...BE QUIET AS CORN"
But now i'm in Vermont. Woodstock. I got here late one night, by Dartmouth Coach. Thank god, boston sucks - city of fucking vests.
Today something about a city replica made from trash, and a drug-punk circus. The nitty gritty in Woodstock. We got our flasks and went tubing down waterfalls yesterday. WOAH. I get home on the 3rd, but leave again on the 6th for Mexico to work on the organic farm.
