A Mile Higher
Posted:July 1st, 2009
A few more days in Denver
accidentally got that ‘rap metal’ filter on this one. Looks kinda nice.
Angel packed a lunch. See, times are tough even for top pros.
David packed a sword.
His sister popped by. Looks like Dave’s got another niece or nephew on the way.
Matt B gets lazy at Wash park.
Quick crew check. Sinclair and Bennett,
Goemann? Where did he come from?
Bank spot deep in ICP country
troll car, no big whoop
He’s workin’ on it.
Tommy backlipped it.
Neen goes native.
As a reward for a hot move, I bought the crew a keg.
Which is a great motivator in the short term,
but probably a strategical error in the long
At least something good came out of it.
Stoots and the world’s worst pillow.
Harley showed up on his bike.
Although he had a Cajun accent, he claimed to be from Seattle
where he attended high school classes with everyone from Courtney Love
to the drummer from Queensryche
he was also stabbed, apparently.
not that it’s effected him physically
50 one-armed push ups for $5
brothers from different mothers
Then he rode away in a wheelie. ‘There he goes!’ we hollered.
Pat with some exploratory temporary face ink.
Mike tries to win his money back.
Nope. Pete got it.
18 hour drive is a perfect time to blaze one up.
‘I don’t know how the camera could have gotten broke…’
There’s nothing Mike loves better than second-hand smoke and horrible rap music.
We just left them there.
Only 12 hours to go.