Garden Of The Gods Colorado

We have made many trips to Colorado to enjoy nature and legal cannabis. Even though it is a tourist attraction Garden Of The Gods is never a disappointment. The scenery is breathtaking and it is a great place to take a leisure hike.

Duck Duck Duck Goose Goose

During the down time in this god forsaken land the domesticated  birds keep me company

by trying to attack me or running from me. The ducks are majestic creatures while the geese are just creatures. 

PEOPLE POWER!

This was for sale locally. From what the post said these were designed in the 70's during the gas crisis as an alternative. I think it was only a few hundred dollars but in a world full of lazy couch potatoes it may be a hard sale!

UPDATE

Nothing much going on except mundane life shit so when I have something to post I will. Fuck the Holidays!

Fuck All Bike Thieves

Stobe The Hobo

I have traveled my whole life by various means but never have I had the balls to hop a train. Jim did and he did it better than anyone who filmed it. His outlook and commentary was honest and so was his videos. He never went viral or made millions off his YouTube channel but he has a considerable amount of loyal watchers (including myself) who live vicariously through Jim and his adventures. Coming back from Oregon after traveling almost 5 months I was a little behind watching any videos or even uploading myself and so I didn't know Jim had passed until a few days had gone by. There is no final account of what happened and in the end does it matter? Jim lived and entertained thousands of people and now he is gone and will be greatly missed. My condolences to his family and close friends who must be in a great amount of pain as I type this. I hope whatever is out there that it is a kind place and that Jim can continue his adventures as he loved to do and that there is a cold one waiting for him.

Vinyl was everything once

I use to eat and breath vinyl records. 1980's hardcore punk was my obsession. Black Flag and Minor Threat as well as the numerous bands from East Coast to West Coast and even in the Midwest. I last sold my personal collection of my very loved wax to someone opening a record shop, 500 records that I hand picked and cleaned and listened to. I knew every crack and pop and even the occasional skip and that feeling you get when the needle dropped on Circle Jerks "Letter Bomb" I now have a box of Cd's and I am pretty content with them. I even have a stack of Maximum Rock-N- Roll Zines that I pull out every once in awhile when nature calls and I want
some quality reading material. I guess what I am
trying to say is yeah I miss my records sometimes
but I still have the music, the memories and I lived
those times. I was there and I experienced it.