Hello friends! What follows is the "sequel" to my World Cup Saga. I must warn you, this is a very long read, but I feel it's worth it if you have nothing else to do and just sat yourself down with a bowl. Spark up, and enjoy!!! /// It was the summer of 2006. I was caught up in the usual problems of a teenager, amplified with an international writing gig and deeply rooted depression. I needed a fucking break, and boy did I ever find it. It started with the bombshell, when I told my best friend, a blonde haired beauty, that I would be skipping prom. I nudged the soup of the day with my spoon, showering it with parmesan. “Why?! You said you were gonna go!†“It's just that I have other plans. Besides, I have no one to go with, and I sure as hell don't want to be a third wheel.†“But Razzy, you promised!†“I didn't promise, I don't remember that. I mean shit, I don't even have the money for a nice suit or any of that. I'd be surprised if I could even afford a ticket at this point.†“So you're skipping prom because you have no money, and yet you're going to Tampa? Yeah, real fucking nice Raz.†“Hey, I'm not trying to upset you, and it‘s not like I‘m paying for it. I mean, I've got a few hundred bucks, but the magazine is covering all the travel. Not like I'm paying hotel costs either. You should be glad I'm doing what I love.†“What about me? Don't you love me?†“Of course I do, but this isn't about us.†“Whatever.†“Besides, what would Mike think? “hey, Raz doesn't have a date, so he'll be joining us on our romantic night.†You have to admit, it's not going to be what you imagine anyhow. What would your boyfriend think?†“You know what, fuck it. Go to Tampa, be with your friends.†“Don't be-†“Just… stop.†I broke off a piece of bread and dipped it in my soup. That was pretty much the end of it. She started crying quietly, but refused to be consoled. I was thinking this over as I waited in the airport. The Wall was playing on repeat, and I was loaded on painkillers and sleeping pills. I had smoked the rest of my stash before leaving home, locking the door behind me. As the hours ticked by with still no plane to be seen, I continued lamenting my choice to ditch my best friend for a previous obligation. It wasn't that I didn't want to go, but I had made a promise to old friends from younger years. I couldn't let them down, I never saw them anymore besides the occasional World Cup trip and practices every few peppered months, traveling to Florida. My life felt like a wreck, I couldn't keep my head on straight any longer. I was set to graduate in about a month, but it didn't matter. I knew there would be no future for a kid like me in this crazy world, where free thinkers were shunned, and never given the opportunity. I did everything the hard way against my will, and I couldn't help it. As the plane finally docked in Philadelphia, I took one last look around and wondered if it would even be worth coming back to. The terminal gates were so familiar to me now, jet setting cross country to cover the latest in paintball tournament. I stepped onto the plane, feeling somewhat ill. I brushed it off, it didn't matter. In a few hours, I would be where I wanted to be. Taking off, The Wall burst into my mind, and I began falling into a sedated state of despair, watching the clouds go by. I watched as the lights from a thousand no names passed under me, only attempting to understand the hells they were also going through. I arrived in Fort Myers, Florida, enjoying the newly renovated airport that I am so damn fond of, to meet E at the security gate. Z's girlfriend had picked me up with her family. We had devised a plan to surprise Z, as he, and Jon from World Cup, thought I would be arriving a week later than I had. The original plan was to drive to Tampa a day before and party it up. However, due to circumstances with booking, I was able to request a ticket through my employer a week earlier, which would mean I would be able to watch my high school friends graduate. The class of misfits I was so fond of, but now alien to. I had moved from Fort Myers a few years prior, but still held in my heart a deep love for the uniqueness that these Floridians lived out. It wasn't like that in Pennsylvania. At least where I was. “Hey Raz!†“Hey E!†I had no checked luggage, so we left rather quickly, passing by Z's house where I ducked down just in case. E had relatives in for the week for her graduation, which I had met upon entering the door. “and who might this be?†one of her aunts had said with a smile. “oh, this is Raz.†“Hello…†and I shook her hand. She held onto it for a moment and flashed me a flirty smile. She was 40 something, but still had the glow of her youth. “well it's nice to meet you Raz!†I said hello to her other relatives and we headed back towards her bedroom. I put my gear down on her hardwood floor. “Um, I've got an art show I gotta head to tonight Raz. Z's gonna be there, so if he ends up coming over, we're screwed.†“Meh, I'm not too worried. I'll just hang out here, and I guess if he's coming I'll hide out in your parents bedroom.†“Eh, just don't touch the sex swing if that happens.†“What!?†“hahaha I'm just kidding.†“Oh, ok.†I said with some relief. I walked back into the living room and talked a bit more with E's aunts as she got dressed up. As it was time for them to leave, I headed back to E's room to talk with blondie over the phone and see how she was doing. I plugged in my laptop and fiddled around on the weak connection the house had. There was no answer over the phone, but I left a message like I often did. As I tried killing time, I pulled out my copy of 1984 and thumbed through the familiar pages. I decided finally to take a nap on E's bed, as I was still somewhat stoned and numb to my surrounding. However, the bed was too short for my liking, and a bit stiff, so I had trouble falling to sleep. Hours passed and E and her family finally came home from the art show. When it was time to eat, we sat down at the small kitchen table, when her aunt rounded the corner. She gently grazed my arm… “My, what beautiful skin you have.†she said. “Uh… thanks, I guess. I do what I can.†“Oh, I can tell.†and she started rubbing my arm. I sat there for a moment not knowing whether to milk the situation or pull away E gave me a strange look. “Now you see these little bumps on your arm? That's what they call KP.†“That's what that is!? I had no idea!†“Yep.†She was a dermatologist by trade, or at least, that‘s what she told me. She continued rubbing my arm, into what felt like a deep tissue massage. She began moving north, lightly squeezing my forearm, and I started to wonder if she would eventually begin rubbing my nipples as well, but brushed off the notion. Not that I would necessarily stop her, but it would be odd to say the least in front of E. She finally let go and I caught E's eyes, which were seemingly horrified, yet silent. We ate dinner and eventually I went to bed, camping out on the living room couch as I often did when I bummed around the country. The next day awoke me with the cold air of rising dew, right before the sun turned the earth humid. I took a shower and washed off the sin, got dressed in my finest t-shirt, and began making myself breakfast. E and I spoke a bit before she was off to work. I killed the day reading, before she came home. I helped prepare the graduation party food for the next day, waiting for Z to get off work. As time ticked away, I grew eager to get high again. As E's parents were deeply religious, and usually home, there was hardly a chance for us to get away for a few moments and toke. Finally, we received word that Zak had gotten off work. I stashed myself in the trunk of her aunt's SUV as E took the wheel and drove to Z's house. We parked and I waited for Z to get in the car. Mid conversation, I casually popped out of place like an ill timed stripper from a cake, surprising the shit out of him. He was pretty much speechless. “You bastard, I had nothing to do last night, you should have called!†and we laughed. I got out of the car to give him a hug and got into the back seat to head back to E's house to get my things. “So what's new buddy?†I asked “Not much, graduating, all that shit. Jen's in town.†“Oh word?†Jen was Z's sister, and damn it if she wasn't the coolest big sister I had ever met. She was in her late 20's, had gotten married a few years prior and had her first child when Z and I were in high school. I didn't know her all that well besides the off chance of our paths crossing at family functions, but she was always so nice and funny, and a lot like Z in many ways. She had once bought me a handle of Captain on a previous visit, and I suspected she would again. Seriously, the coolest fucking sister you'd ever meet. I can not stress this point enough. (Maybe a bold font, but meh.) We arrived back at E's house, I got my things and we hung out with her parents and aunts a bit before saying good bye. I would be back the next day for her party, where they had ordered a whole pig for the barbecue. To this day, my mouth still waters at the thought of that whole, succulent smoked pig being spread out like a whore. My god, the things I would do to that pig…. But more on that later….mmm…. Where was I? Oh yes. I finally felt at home again, taking residence once again on the floor space where I had first gotten high. It was a small square footage of carpet, but I had marked my territory with dead skin flakes, hair and urine years prior, every time I visited, leaving a little piece of myself. We smoked a bowl together and talked about things. “So I think grad night we're going to Ed's house. I think Erin and Jon and some other people are going to this school sponsored party at the YMCA, but after that whatever ya know?†“Yeah, I gotcha.†“Jen's looking to hang out, you lookin to go see her?†“AM I!? “….†“yeah… of course. Haha†“If you're lookin for some cheeba too, we can find some, just need the money ahead of time.†“Aight, no problem. Probably a bit later, we'll see what happens I guess.†Leaving the house and saying a quick “hey†to his awesome parents, Z and I hauled ass in his beat up 89' Mustang. It was filled with trash and the soft top was still falling apart. I could feel the mold soaking into my shorts. We arrived at the hotel Jen was staying at and Z called her on her cell, when she met us outside. We exchanged hugs and quick small talk before going up to the room where the family was staying. I said hello again to her husband, who was pretty damn cool as well. We started talking about Z graduating, what I was doing with my life and what not before smoking a bowl together. It was good shit too, I hadn't seen the bud before it was packed, but I could tell it was premium when I couldn't stand up from my chair. As her kids went to bed, we smoked a few cigarettes making sure to blow the smoke out the window so it wouldn't cross into their path across the room as they slept. Saying our goodbye's, Z and I headed back to his house. We hit up his father's booze, just a bit, and went to bed. The next day we had breakfast and headed over to help E and her family set up for her graduation party. I knew that pig was on it's way. God damn it, that delicious pig. It was currently being smoked by a small grouping of Cuban roasters, who knew exactly what to do. I couldn't keep my mind off of how great it would be. After waiting for hours, it had finally arrived. We tore the aluminum foil off the top, exposing the whole of the pig. It was laid out on a metal sheet, with the grease dripping from every cut and orifice. It's eyes, although cooked, still seemed alive, and unbelievably delectable. Z and I started picking at the sides. Jesus christ, it was amazing. E's dad began tearing it apart to plate, but we couldn't keep our hands off that moist, glistening meat. Outside, everything was set, and people started arriving. Crisp, and lightly fried plantains drove my taste buds wild, but I couldn't get enough of that pig. I went back inside to pick at the rib meat, and then back outside again for the more choice meat. The party started winding down and Z and I took a paddle boat out onto the small pond in the backyard. We chased a duck before returning to the party. When it came to cleaning up, her parents volunteered to do the work, giving us kids some time off. Taking a quick bake ride around the neighborhood, we let the pork settle in our bellies. Dropping off E at home, Z and I drove around a bit more, puffing on a chillum, and eventually arriving home. After that, things begin to get hazy. Z only had to show up for a half day that Monday to prepare for graduation. I woke up minutes before he arrived back home. We made plans to hang out with our friend Mike, who we were good friends with, along with E, and Z's brother Brian, who had also wanted to grab some lunch. Deciding on Wendy's, we sat down, when I asked: “How's that bowl treatin you Brian?…. That bowl of chili.†:nododgy: “Good.. It's good.†The rest of the gang gave me a glaring look, as this was a common phrase Z used. I guess they were taken aback before realizing I was referencing his chili. I had a good laugh on the inside. When we were done, E had to go into work and Brian left us. Another friend of ours, Jeff, met us in the parking lot in his new Scion. “Hey guys… oh shit! Raz man!? What's up!?†“Hey man, not too much, just on vacation.†“Word, that's tight man. Z says you're looking for bud?†“Yeah man.†“Well, get in guys.†We drove to the outlet mall and sparked a bowl. The speakers in this Scion were unbelievably clear sounding. I could feel every beat as the atoms pushed against my eardrums. Walking around a bit, we decided to drive to the beach, and meet back with E. As we drove around the beach area, we stopped by a 7-11 that had seemingly been created out of thin air. It caught my eyes as we walked in- Jolly Ranchers Soda. I bought a bottle of every flavor, and being so high at the time, I drank them all before returning to the car. My god, and I thought that pig was delicious. If you've never had it, I strongly suggest going out and finding it, immediately. Nudging the Scion into an undersized beach parking space, we explored the beach a bit before E showed up. I was smoking like a chimney, Reds at the time, and began hallucinating. The sky was crashing down on me, the moon a giant eye staring me down. I became dizzy, and lost my footing, falling to the sand as I watched the sky watching me. It was time to go, I had some weed now of my own and was pretty happy. Z and E left in E's car, while Mike and I hung on for our lives as we raced back to the local Taco Bell in town. Nachos Del Grande- yummy. The next day, I woke up late again as Z prepared to walk for graduation. Jen and her family came over as well as some of Z's other relatives. All in all the ceremony was quite stunning (not like my graduation at all, which involved Dukes Of Hazard car horns and walking off the lawn to the Star Wars Imperial March [which further pissed me off, being a strict follower of the Rebel Alliance(JEDI‘s fo life!)]). It was held at the Germane Arena in Estero, and was beautifully crafted. As I sat there with Z's brother, a neighbor of theirs was sending him pictures of herself in her underwear. She was sitting across the arena and waving to us. As I said my goodbye's, again, to people who still remembered me, I felt sad to know I wasn't graduating with them. As we arrived back, we dressed down and headed back out to the YMCA party that was going on. Smoking a bowl on the way, E,Z and I ran into a cavalcade of police officers, who must have been busting a robbery of some sorts, as there were tons of them, all with their lights flashing. The YMCA building itself was new, and fit in the surroundings of the back road marsh rather well. They had a DJ and free soda, some activities, a mechanical bull, what have you. I took on Mike in what was an American Gladiator type challenge, with those huge Q-tips standing on a small platform. It was alright, I was pretty high, and had trouble balancing, but so did he. I eventually won. I later entered the raffle to win a car. We decided on leaving to go to this party at Ed's house. As we walked in, we were invited to hit up the beer in the fridge. I only took one or two, until I was told that no one else was drinking the Smirnoff, and was told to clean house. So I did. The three of us went into Ed's room, and smoked a bit of weed as people came in and out to say hello. One individual in particular caught our attention. “So I says to Mabel, I say…†“OH jeeze.†he said, as he skimmed the wall. “You ok, man?†Z asked “Yeah man, drank like 30 beers since this morning, just a little tipsy†“haha, not bad.†“Yeah man, it's been tough lately.†“Oh? How so?†I asked. “Well, I've been living on the street for the past few years. It's getting hard living in and out of abandoned homes and shit†“Oh word?†We passed the bowl around. “Yeah, not too bad though, better than living with my fucking parents.†He had E's attention, so I put out the call to get her attention… “Ca-caw!†She passed the bowl along. “What the fuck?†“Hmm?†“Why the fuck would you say ca-caw?†“???†“WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU SAY CA-CAW!?†“Just to get her attention man.†“…†“…†“Yeah really man, why would you say ca-caw?†Z asked Z was the one who came up with this weed call. I knew he was just trying to egg on the situation. We eventually laughed it off, although for a moment, I was sure this homeless fellow was put off, by some inexplicable reason, by my ca-caw. I wondered then if he had been carrying a knife of some sort, as hobos often do. We sat there for a few moments in an awkward pause, that only became more awkward when we cashed the bowl. The hobo left the room, and afterwards- “Jee, thanks for backing me up†I laughed. “hahaha, I was sure he might have been a stabbing hobo.†After the party, Z and I went home and E back to her place. The next day went pretty slow. We hung out with Jen, who bought me another handle of Captain, which I was very appreciative of. Later, we heard of legend. It was at the head shop near the mall. The inside had burned. Then the owner said something… “Hey guys, can I help you out with anything?†“Uh, just looking around. What happened to the store?†“There was a fire†she said. “Damn that sucks dude.†She was wearing a spandex body suit. Her enormous breasts and firm ass stood out the most. She must have been at least 40, but the hottest 40 something year old I had ever seen before… “Yeah, but come here, check this out.†It was a rare vinyl edition of Bob Marley and the Wailers. I don't recall the album title, but it was weathered. Then she showed me a picture of the damage inside the store… “You see? Everything around the record, all my other collections, were burnt to ash. Except this one. That's what we call the spirit of Bob. He must have been looking over us. We're lucky the store is still standing. We've lost damn near everything else.†In the parking lot, the store was skewed about in bins of old glass, new glass and slightly damaged glass. They were working for every dollar they could to get the store back into operating conditions. I took a quick step up the ramp of the semi they were operating out of, when I noticed an orange shine across my vision. It was a small chillum, orange and shaped perfectly. I had a small allowance to spend on glass, and this was without a doubt the only thing that had caught my eye. Reasonably priced, I paid the female staff, and we were on our way to give the little bastard a home. The next day, another trip to the beach was in order, but today we'd be hanging out with Jon as well, who I hadn't seen in sometime, minus the grad party and grad night. E picked us up, as Jon would be driving to meet us there. But we would need parking. “You think we'll find any?†Z asked “Actually, let me see if we can park at this beach house.†She made a call. “WOW! Really!?†“What?†“Hey, would you guys like to sleep at a beach house tonight?†“WOULD WE!?†I exclaimed “Yes, that's what I just fucking asked. Is he like this all the time?†E asked “Unfortunately†Z said. I died a bit on the inside. “Yes, of course.†“Alright, you still there? Yeah, we'll take it! Thanks so much!†and she hung up. We would be staying in a beach house. Crossing the bridges and mowing past the million dollar houses and hotels, we found the small shack standing, waiting for Jon to arrive. It was a small two story beach house on stilts, only a stone's throw from the beach. It was glorious. We decided to spend some time walking around the beach shoppes before heading back to Z's house to get our stuff as E got her shit together at her house. I grabbed my handle of Captain and bag of weed, clothes and shoes, and waited outside for E to show up again. By the time she arrived, word had spread through Jon that we'd be staying at a beach house, and a few mutual friends would be coming to hang out with us. We picked out beds, with Z and E taking the master bedroom and Jon and I sharing a room. After settling in, we converged in the living room, for joint rolling and drinking. I polished off about half of the handle. The hours began flying by as Led Zeppelin's the Song Remains The Same played on the tiny tv. Deciding to go find some fun, we walked along the beach again, four hopped up kids with nothing to do. I insisted for some reason or another getting a tattoo of “Raz Kennedy†on my ass, based on my liking for sitting in the Kennedy position of the car when on rides. As long as someone would pay for it, I would do it. Jon was more than happy to see this happen, which was slightly disturbing, but I went along with it. Finding out after the walk to the tattoo shop, and having no ID, that the store was closing, my hope for a regrettable tattoo was vanquished. Saddened, and now dark out, we walked back to the beach house to smoke a bit more. Jon's friends arrived as I lay on the couch. “You know†I said to one of them, “you have really honest eyes.†“hahaha thanks.†“your welcome†And then I blacked out for some time. I woke up, about an hour later. We smoked a bit more before going to the local Waffle House. I called up blondie. “Hey!!!!†“heh, hey Raz. How are you?†“drunk.†“haha, yeah I can tell.†I was having trouble walking and talking at the same time. “so have you gotten laid yet?†“why I s that you always ask me that?†“well I just want my razzy to have the best. That's all†“awwwww, that's sweet of you. I amost got a tattatoato tonight†“hehe, really? Of what?†“Raz Kennedy, square on my asssss. But they losed earlier than I thought they would.†“haha that would have been a mistake†“meh†“well, I gotta go. It's 1 in the morning, and although I'm glad to hear you're having fun, I've got school tomorrow†“well, I just wanted to tell you I missed you and if I don't talke to you again have fun at prom honey.†“awww, thanks raz. I wish you were here.†“I know, but it'll be ok.†“I know, I just couldn't help but feel bad, that's all. Well, I'll let you go, bye love!†“bye lovely!!!!†“hehe†click. I ordered some arrangement of chicken and waffles. It was delicious. I don't remember the walk back to the beach house, but I remember Jon's friends left and we smoked out of my new chillum that night on the edge of the boat dock, centered in the neighborhood of the beach house. It had a sweet little kick, and made for a great joint holder. We named him goldy, as the piece resembled a goldfish. Eventually, we all went back to the house and went to bed. We woke up the next morning in hopes to chill with our old friend Ray. E had work, but Mike wanted to see Ray as well, and we waited by the dock smoking until he arrived. Packing up, and fully appreciating our time spent at the beach house, he finally met us there. Jon, Z, Mike and I made our way to the forgotten plains of Cape Coral. About an hour away, we figured it was worth it to see the old bean. Finally arriving, with Captain in tow, we pulled up to his house. He answered the door, at a striking 300 pounds, larger than we had ever seen him before. He had turned into an all out WoW nerd, and wasn't getting much exercise. We expressed our concerns, and he played it off. Cramming ourselves into one car, another Taco Bell run was in order. We coasted afterwards seeing the sights of the island, with new construction taking place. As Ray had things to do, we dropped him off and headed back to Fort Myers. The next day we were set for our trip to Tampa. /// NPPL Tampa Open 2006 It was a sunny, glorious day. Z and I were ready to spend the day in scorching Tampa, as in a few short hours we would be hanging out with our heroes, lifting the skirts of pretty models and getting loaded. I had contacted Camille about getting VIP passes for my friends. I was still writing for the most popular magazine in the business, and was making my way through the industry quite swimmingly. She assured me that there would be enough for the three of us, Z, myself and Jon. The day started much like any other day, weed in the morning, breakfast and cigarettes for me. We had waited for Jon, who was on time this once, and started making the drive north towards Raymond James Stadium, where the tournament was taking place. As always, we had weed for the trip, and I still had some Captain left as well. Taking the highway, we cruised, speaking of nothings and nowhere to pass the time. We smoked a few bowls on the way, Z rolled a joint in the front seat and it was like old times again. Finally, we crossed the bridge into Tampa, passing a truck filled with paint, and a few cops on the way. We turned into the city, and grabbed Taco Bell for lunch. It was next to strip club. As we finished our meals, and got ready to drive to the stadium. I took a few swigs of the Captain before leaving it back in the trunk. When we arrived on the stadium grounds, we could see the fields and trailers parked on the grass. The crowd was a bit smaller than I had expected, but then again it was Friday, and only the first day of the tournament. Unfortunately, it was the only day we had to spend in Tampa, so we had to make the most of it. Parking, we sparked another bowl before heading to the press tent for our passes. Camille was extremely nice to us, and quickly walked us back into the VIP section of the center court field. We dicked around, looking to score some beer and what not, before walking around the vendor area. I spoke with a few reps as my friends scored free Bawls that they were giving out. I eventually ran into Ryan Greenspan and B-Real. We spoke about the ins and outs of paintball, I was already familiar with Ryan but meeting the front man of Cypress Hill was off the fucking chain. Down to Earth, and knowing a thing or two about paintball, B-Real and I said our goodbye's as he had a few more games to play with his team the Stoned Assassins. Walking around a bit more, I watched a couple games, talked to some pros and met up with my friends after receiving a shit load of swag. After dumping my stuff in the car, we decided to pack ourselves a bowl. With no one around we spark the mother fucker and get blasted. Returning to the VIP area, we watch the games on center court with the line up of Dynasty behind us, chiming in on each others' conversations. The hours started rolling by, with free Bawls and weed every half hour or so. Eventually, it was time to go. Driving towards Fort Myers once again, I remembered it was prom. As we were hungry, we stopped along a lonely backwater road of the Florida coast. I bought a sandwich from Subway and called the blonde haired girl, but only got her voicemail. The road passes me by as I sit in the front seat, taking pictures of the highway and packing another bowl. I missed her for sure. I couldn't help but feel pulled towards her cosmic signature, and it weighed on my mind as we passed the last signs of obscurity. Local now we were, back to our homes in the Florida sun. She crept on me one day and never let go. All memories seem lost without her, or some sort of connection to those final days in Florida. The looping lyrics of alexisonfire and bastardized rock and roll did nothing but remind me of her. I spent those last few days sulking, but not idle. The next few days consisted of the usual. Z had returned to his day to day, as did my other Florida friends, kicking back the summer sting and putting off work as long as they could. However, they were not as free as I, which left me lonely. One of those days, I left, returning to my blonde beauty, regretful to the plight we couldn't avoid any longer. It was less or more as her relationship began to deteriorate. On the skin of teeth we began to leave our inhibitions together, waiting for either of us to circle the other one around and tag our desires. It would happen, but never soon enough. School work again. Tests. Deadlines. The first pick up of a new day. Graduation would be soon.
Meh, people seemed to enjoy the first one. I know there's going to be someone interested enough to come back and pick up where they left off. Please keep it more positive next time. Thanks.
You seem to be a fan of the Gonzo... interesting read, but for a short story the climax took too long, in my opinion. But I liked some of your analogies. Oz.
Yes, I am a fan. I stumbled upon it though after already learning to write myself, so I don't adhere to the structure too often, as I didn't learn it, just similiar I guess. haha sorry if that sounds confusing... EDIT: and the paragraph thing got nixed when I pasted. Meh, it's the internet. Please, no trolling.
The Gonzo style is very unique & easy to spot... I do at times catch myself going off in a Gonzo-style rampage while writing in my journal. haha it's just cuz Hunter was such a great writer & a legacy to all us literature-loving stoners. Oz.
I was at Tampa 06...why the story 2 years later? still good read though. Are you still working with FaceFull? I have a friend who does photography for them here and there.
I've just finally had time to write it. People seemed to like the world cup story a lot, so I thought I'd follow it up in order. If others respond to this story as well they way they did with the WC one, I'll continue. I still write on and off for them. Who's your friend? Small world man, haha
Man I thought my brother was lying when he told me he blazed with Cypress Hill at a paintball tournament. I guess he is a professional paintballer.
Haha chyeaa the free bawls is amazing , i played in the NPPL Boston for the past two years, division 2 though.