johnny trippe was getting married, so a bunch of dude friends had to go to the woods to party it up with him one last time.
drove up with marr and fish. we got up there around midnight and beers needed to be instantly shot-gunned to catch up.
drawers full of extra toilet paper for leaky hungover butts.
bb gun fun.
irving brought along his new woofie "captain." fucking rad little dude!
johnny got more beer inside of his body to get ready for a hike to find the river.
beer? check. bb gun? check.
some whitetrash dude in a car drove by us and scared the shit out of rick. he ran into someone's front yard and smashed the shit
out of his leg on a concrete wall.
took a wrong turn on the way to find an easy way down to the river and we ended up on a fairway.
the next day was pretty much spent doing nothing but recouperating with icey cold tecates and poetry readings next to the pond.
