dude brah...memphis. oh god...
so.
we had some things and some stuff.
there was a car. and someone got drunk.
we did some shoots.
this was basically a week before
i figured out that non stop alchohol
abuse will make you snap and have
a full fledge mental break-down.
serioulsy.
full on, balls-out mental torement.
but.
the trip was hella SIQQQ.
here's what i remember:
being fucked up and not sleeping two or three of the nights.
being fucked up and only eating three times in one week.
being fucked up and talking to myself for an hour,
because everyone else went to sleep.
being fucked up in a tree.
being fucked up on a bridge.
being fucked up in a car.
being fucked up in a field at 3 AM
being fucked up in a thrif store and deciding
that it was a good idea to buy lightning shoes as a joke.
being fucked up and starting to really LIKE the lightning shoes.
being fucked up with jim dandy.
being fucked up and putting all of BPM's wet clothes in the freezer.
being fucked up and forgetting where we put BPM's clothes.
being fucked up outside of graceland.
being fucked up at a carnival.
being fucked up and meeting some awesome kids.


good times.