another update. so quick? yea.
yesterday on our way here we stopped at a state park/beach to make sure we were on the right path to san diego. while airing up my tire, a guy named steve came up and asked where we were going and where we came from. we chatted, told him about plea for peace, and then he asked if we were doing any online journaling. so we gave him our URL and bam! he came over and left us a comment. here is his URL: http://undereating.blogspot.com/
it's centered around his weight loss and it's a nicely kept blog, so check it out if you've got some time. sorry i couldnt leave you a comment on your blog, steve. this computer won't let me for some strange reason.
last nite we went out and had some fuckin brews. $2 brews all nite at these two bars. eric and i looked like shit playing pool last nite. we were defeated by oppenents not worthy of a victory. but that happens when you drink a bit. we met this guy who works at the hostel named casey, and we went out together and drank it up. his girlfriend becky came along. good times. many laughs. we went to this rad burrito joint where i got a shredded beef burrito. $3.50 for this massive rolled piece of heavly tasteyness. mmmm. then we went to casey's apartment, watched some deathwish 3, drank some more, and then decided to call it a nite. as we were leaving casey's apartment, eric realized his bike wasnt working right. we took a look at it and part of the gear shifting mechanism (or the whole thing, really) was busted off and was hanging. interesting. there's no reason anyone should have done that. maybe it was some drunk motherfucker being a douche tits. maybe not. who knows? eric's pretty bummed. i dont think the part is going to be much more than $25, but i can't be sure. i bet labor is where he'll get hit the hardest. but im no bike guru, so i could be wrong. so today we're going to be looking for a bike shop (or a cyclery as they're frequently called out here). the kicker to this whole thing is that eric has the part he needs at home. he actually had it when we came out here because it was in his bike box, but we were like "ah, why would you need that?" so he sent it home because it's a fairly hefty chunk o' metal. fuck! ah, well, now it's down to getting it fixed i suppose. shit.
in other news, the rangers lost 4-3 in overtime. oh well, we got a point for not getting beat in regulation. from what ive been reading the rangers don't look so bad. awesome.
ok, i must go. my time is running out. it happens. i'll update again at some point, let you all know how eric's bike is, and key you in to any other fantastic stories. be well, mothers.
sack slaps,
shawn
it's centered around his weight loss and it's a nicely kept blog, so check it out if you've got some time. sorry i couldnt leave you a comment on your blog, steve. this computer won't let me for some strange reason.
last nite we went out and had some fuckin brews. $2 brews all nite at these two bars. eric and i looked like shit playing pool last nite. we were defeated by oppenents not worthy of a victory. but that happens when you drink a bit. we met this guy who works at the hostel named casey, and we went out together and drank it up. his girlfriend becky came along. good times. many laughs. we went to this rad burrito joint where i got a shredded beef burrito. $3.50 for this massive rolled piece of heavly tasteyness. mmmm. then we went to casey's apartment, watched some deathwish 3, drank some more, and then decided to call it a nite. as we were leaving casey's apartment, eric realized his bike wasnt working right. we took a look at it and part of the gear shifting mechanism (or the whole thing, really) was busted off and was hanging. interesting. there's no reason anyone should have done that. maybe it was some drunk motherfucker being a douche tits. maybe not. who knows? eric's pretty bummed. i dont think the part is going to be much more than $25, but i can't be sure. i bet labor is where he'll get hit the hardest. but im no bike guru, so i could be wrong. so today we're going to be looking for a bike shop (or a cyclery as they're frequently called out here). the kicker to this whole thing is that eric has the part he needs at home. he actually had it when we came out here because it was in his bike box, but we were like "ah, why would you need that?" so he sent it home because it's a fairly hefty chunk o' metal. fuck! ah, well, now it's down to getting it fixed i suppose. shit.
in other news, the rangers lost 4-3 in overtime. oh well, we got a point for not getting beat in regulation. from what ive been reading the rangers don't look so bad. awesome.
ok, i must go. my time is running out. it happens. i'll update again at some point, let you all know how eric's bike is, and key you in to any other fantastic stories. be well, mothers.
sack slaps,
shawn
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