Game on.
Game CHINGANDO on.
I'm sniping Marina space again cause PANGUERO "fishermen" are eyeing my shit hard... and anything stolen is essential gear LOST.
Fuck! Shit!
I'm running free? I'm running scared? I'm getting soft?
Thanks Clint and Will and Corinne.
Baja California?
Never been there. Never checked in anyway.
All my CDs are SCRATCHED.
I got "CLASSIC ROCK 4" from Kevin... who also saved my life with free muffins and burritos... it's nice to know you have a friend.
I got BOB DYLAN... six SCRATCHFREE tracks anyway.
I got a blangin' digicam... down there at the PAWNSHOP... it even does borders... see?
I came backa few days later to sell my spare stereo deck... they wouldn't buy it... I think they think I am CIA or some such shit.
Sick graffiti...
The big QUOTE around the central figure is from GOYA... roughly translated...
THERE ARE HEADS SO FILLED WITH EXPLOSIVE VAPORS
THAT THEY DON'T NEED CRYSTAL BALLS NOR WITCHES
TO FLY.
Computer? BUSTED.
And any money that finds my pocket just fLies the fuck out.
IF I had $170 dollars I'd be underway. Instead I'm trying to sell kites and a motor.
I got Maestra dozing through my PULLUPS, TEARS, and RANTS. See?
Smart Fucking Dog.
I got a sunset to catch... HOLD ON...
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Avoid christian missionary CHIROPRACTORS...
They'll FUCK yer neck and back up so bad that only months of treatment and CONVER-SAT(A)ION will set ya BENT.
No offense, GOOD NEWS, but THANKS. I have an interesting set of musculoskeletal issues.
If I have any advice, garnered from my time in MEXICO it is this...
EAT MORE FRUITS AND VEGETABLES. THE GOOD FRESH NATURAL SHIT.
Whatcha got?
Whatcha got?
Whatcha got?
Que tienes, PUTITO?!
Nada en realidad.
De nada a nada.
I've got mucho gratitude for all the friends new and old who are offering support.
I've got mucho disgust for the fairweather friends who've lit some crucial shit.
I skipped LV KITEEXPO for wind elsewhere and went sailing with Keel.
It was either SUNSETS and COCKTAILS or some intentional line tangles and aquatic LUCHA LIBRE.
I'm a lover not a fighter. I'm just built for SPEED.
Stay Sane... everything could be much worse... and it'll go there long before it gets better.
MAX
Game CHINGANDO on.
I'm sniping Marina space again cause PANGUERO "fishermen" are eyeing my shit hard... and anything stolen is essential gear LOST.
Fuck! Shit!
I'm running free? I'm running scared? I'm getting soft?
Thanks Clint and Will and Corinne.
Baja California?
Never been there. Never checked in anyway.
All my CDs are SCRATCHED.
I got "CLASSIC ROCK 4" from Kevin... who also saved my life with free muffins and burritos... it's nice to know you have a friend.
I got BOB DYLAN... six SCRATCHFREE tracks anyway.
I got a blangin' digicam... down there at the PAWNSHOP... it even does borders... see?
I came backa few days later to sell my spare stereo deck... they wouldn't buy it... I think they think I am CIA or some such shit.Sick graffiti...
The big QUOTE around the central figure is from GOYA... roughly translated...THERE ARE HEADS SO FILLED WITH EXPLOSIVE VAPORS
THAT THEY DON'T NEED CRYSTAL BALLS NOR WITCHES
TO FLY.
Computer? BUSTED.
And any money that finds my pocket just fLies the fuck out.
IF I had $170 dollars I'd be underway. Instead I'm trying to sell kites and a motor.
I got Maestra dozing through my PULLUPS, TEARS, and RANTS. See?
Smart Fucking Dog.
I got a sunset to catch... HOLD ON...
......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
...................................................................,................................................
Avoid christian missionary CHIROPRACTORS...
They'll FUCK yer neck and back up so bad that only months of treatment and CONVER-SAT(A)ION will set ya BENT.
No offense, GOOD NEWS, but THANKS. I have an interesting set of musculoskeletal issues.
If I have any advice, garnered from my time in MEXICO it is this...
EAT MORE FRUITS AND VEGETABLES. THE GOOD FRESH NATURAL SHIT.
Whatcha got?
Whatcha got?
Whatcha got?
Que tienes, PUTITO?!
Nada en realidad.
De nada a nada.
I've got mucho gratitude for all the friends new and old who are offering support.
I've got mucho disgust for the fairweather friends who've lit some crucial shit.
I skipped LV KITEEXPO for wind elsewhere and went sailing with Keel.
It was either SUNSETS and COCKTAILS or some intentional line tangles and aquatic LUCHA LIBRE.
I'm a lover not a fighter. I'm just built for SPEED.
Stay Sane... everything could be much worse... and it'll go there long before it gets better.
MAX