the great wide open

justlife @ 2005-02-23T05:31:00

2005-02-23T10:42:08Z

That road trip in itself, never mind the amazing people I met during my short lived life in Cali, I hope I should never forget. The certain ways I might of written this trip down will not help me to remember the things I thought. I wrote this in ways that make this journal not so much mine,more for friends and loved ones to see, not for what I woulda liked to remember, I think that makes sense. These people and things I've seen I love, but only so often remember why, and I am overwelmed. WIsh I had a private journal and knew it all mattered. I wish I could be a piece of everything I've touched, rather than a forgetful stoner. Sometimes I wish I coulda not touched things I can't run back to. Maybe I wish I coulda touched everything different.

Back in Boston.

2005-01-05T06:38:40Z

I came home for the Holidays, but I'm back now motherfuckers.

Happy Fuckin Steal turkeys Rape and Pilvige Day.

2004-12-01T02:59:32Z

As shitty as the whole fuckin idea is, I had a great thanksgiven for shure. I was like a gaint tub of shit for like two days. My budy John got out of jail the day before which is pretty dope. I'll be home on the 19th of december you motherfuckers. Hope everyone ate and drank way to much...I'll be sayin you all soon.
Word.

Hollywood sucks Ass.

2004-10-29T09:50:35Z

Bums everywhere, puke splattered hollywood boullavard however the fuck you spell it is filthy. L.A. sucks, you know almost all of Calli sucks. THe west coast aside from O.B. sucks, and even this place you have to pick and choose. At least the east coast is honest for the most part. Anyway, Conflict was outta control, Naked Agression was off the hook, and me and Gregg well we slept in a parkin lot, across the highway from, The CHurch of Sceintology, Celebrity Center(the huge folescent sign had a palm tree, perfectly visable from highway, so weird). It sucked and I was freezin, so I borke into a church van and slept their. Leftover Crack plays in another two days, roght in O.B. nice. NO los Angeles, no busses, no parkin lots, word.

It's been like five months.

2004-10-25T07:38:19Z

You Fuckin Yahoo.

Conflict in Hollywood.

2004-10-25T07:34:54Z

Me and Gregg. Hit hollywood, get off the bus and riot. I'm so fuckin excited right the fuck now. Not to mention Leftover Crack on the 30th, huh. Glad I'm over my mood, just needed a few days off. I had been gettin high, smokin tweek and shit you know. Drinkin bloody mary's for breakfast. Get this shit, Rory and me sittin on the corner at the liquor store, about two a clock in the mournin not like 2 weeks ago. Some fuckin kid is like is their any other liquor stores, one that's open, whatever, totally picks for his budy who runs off with my beer. Mother fucker I ran like 6 or 7 blocks in one direction,then down to the beach and back to where I started, just to find these fuckin kids walkin across the street headin for the beach. Needless to say I got my beer back, bottled the shit out of kid with my beer and scared the shit out of the other 2. I was like a mad man, drinkin my one beer runnin around O.B. thinkin when I catch these mother fuckas, one of them is gettin bottled, pretty funny huh. What where they thinkin. Life is alright you know I'm just a fuckin rollercoaster.

The Real.

2004-10-20T19:44:13Z

Rory just left not fifteen minutes ago, he's flyin back to Boston. Kinda wish I was with him you know. I miss Boston so much, it's hard to be happy out here. Workin five days a week, gonna be six soon, just to pay some fuckin rent in an apartment that the shower don't even work, life's like a fuckin joke, tryin to be serious. It's not all so bad though, I'm just a little depressed, better than what I have to go home to, bein pretty much nothin. I'll be home for Christmass for shure, and as long as the fuckin coppers don't catch me, I'll be back in Calli in less than a week. What's livin. People I know dyin left and right, and everybody else for the most part straight stugglin. Word life.

Life's a Bitch and then you die.

2004-10-19T02:01:46Z

That's why we get high, cuz you never know when your gonna go.

Gettin A little Drunk dude.

2004-09-26T22:31:14Z

I really can hardly remember those last couple passages, shure thing they don't really make sense huh. I gotta slow down you know. Just spent a week in the hospital with a hand infection I aquired after punchin some kids teeth down his throat. 40 thousand dollar surgery and some Vikes is about all that was worth. My budy John is bein charged with assault and battery with a dealdy weapon, that bein me, he pulled me out of his back pocket like a fuckin slap jack. This sucks, I mean don't get me wrong, life is still great, the nurses loved me at the hospital, I got high as kite all week and left with few phone numbers, but shure as fuck, I need to slow down a bit. Hopefully my spellin has gottin a little better, and most of my words form at least legable english after lookin at those messy ass journal entries i left most recently. My poor mother hopefully hasn't been readin any of this, although she wouldn't be suprised I'm shure. Well smell ya later dudes. Ryan.

Wanted, kid with mohawk, and suspenders.

2004-09-19T10:25:05Z

John got arrested, I got my shit punched in, not to bad but on the sucker tip, for shure. Dude didn't get up after the fact, now I got's to shave my mohawk. six eye witnesses that seen dude get beat down while his friend ran away, not good dude. Their is no escape. O.B. is too small, and full of familair faces, snitches we'll see tomorrow, and they'll probly want to fight. Great, almost like home two months later.

I'm a Dick I'm a dicked to violence.

2004-09-18T10:35:43Z

Dude where's my band. G.G. lost all with "My name is Ryan, I piss in my Bed" the obivous. Everything else is lost, bitr fuck you know. i THINK i FEEL A breeze, you night just now feel, think about December bitch, fuck you...

Maikin History

2004-09-15T07:04:53Z

Bubbs, West Coast, brawlin on the beach, Boston, Mault liquer, one in the same plus a beach. Word. Bomb fires, bitches, tweekers and drunks, Home. That about it. Ebonics, and drunk alogs, dawg.

My Kunt and his John in O.B.

2004-09-05T09:12:11Z

Mike huntAND HIS HOMEY who just hitch hiked over here, are streaight kickin it, I'm stoked dude. This guy John fixed our sink and everything, wicked townie buy the way.
The Beans at the front door fukin it. Laters.

Past Residing

2004-08-29T07:28:37Z

Ashley came to O.B. today for a total of like 6 hours, I think half just to rip both of our peice of minds in like the 28th hour of my wakin. I fuckin shure do love the girl, allways will for shure. Hopefully I will be in San Fran come monday, so that we can actually kick it a little. Hope all is well. peice.

Fuck Sleep.

2004-08-16T11:35:30Z

Not one night this week have I not watched the sun come up, no drugs, just drinkin that's great.. Kinda know I'm doin better now, that's great too. Love you'll.

The Fuckin Gav.

2004-08-06T10:23:46Z

Picture a fuck load of irish immigrants all from Dublin, beatin them selves in the heads with fryin pans, piercin themselves with thier girfrineds earings, wrestlinl, and throwin beers over everyone. How about pissin themselves in public, shootin milk out their ears, or Keg Parties on the beach, it's all one in the same, I hope they never go home. They're are all my friends, never mind the fact that me passed out on people's front stoop, equals new crew, D.S.P, "Dirty Steet People"as home phone discrition,life is perfect and nothin less.

Pink Floid, Time Man that's Me in Boston

2004-08-03T20:01:08Z

This song sense San Diago, allway's bein one of my favorite songs, just took a whole new meanin, I'll be back for Christmass I hope, but I couldn't stay for shure.
The Legbreaka.

Feelin like a Million Bucks

2004-08-02T17:37:42Z

I don't think I've ever been this happy, or even close. Too be perfectly honest even when Boston was at it's best, I was def. still miserable. Now I'm on the other side of the country, my silly ass, gettin drunk all dam day like back home, but I've put some of the pieces together for the first time in my life. Thank you Kymm, oh ya, by the way, Kymm, Ro Dawg and Josh are back tryin to figure shit out for a while and Magdalena just showed up, are you kidden, cuz I'm stoked. Anyway thanks for readin my gay ass shit, and I love all you'll. Probly see you in December, at least for a couple days, Gregg and me, plus Rory if he gets his shit together. But until then or when ever you come see me, peace.

From Boston to O.B.

2004-07-24T23:08:43Z

Final Destination. Ocean Beach. The kids just left me and Rory yesterday, and Greg Ha is still the fuckin man. I landed a job in a pizza place on the main stip within four days of bein here, and we for shure got like ten of the most down ass kids on our team already. Alright, check the steaz out here, it's about 1 a.m. and me Greg and rory are just kickin on the beach next to a bomb fire and these four irish mic's, three of whick happen to be girls ask me if it's cool if they can bring there keg to my fire. I'm just like yo man this isn't even my fire and fuckin hell ya, that's has to be one of the stupidist questions someone's ever asked me and you know what, it's just like that, so all you motherfuckers outta just start packin, peace.

Steady Rockin Shit

2004-07-09T20:22:25Z

Dude, I'm goin on the Greatfull Dead tour dude. I'm like rockin out with all these dead heads, and chillin with shit loads of hippies in the woods dude, it's like totally cool dude. Kinda just kidden, not really though.
Fuck all yall mothafucs *rory*
Ya so like hella tight bro, I'm hangin ten on the surf side.
Peace.

Welcome to Calli

2004-06-22T20:19:19Z

Welcome to Calli, home of sneaker theives and street kids, I guess one in the same. I seen a lot of cool shit sense leavin the mountains, shit like Yellow Stone and Glacier Lake, or kick ass strip clubs in Portland. Jay Davis and Brandon Anderson are steady tearin that place up with a job for me if I want it, but I got to rock Calli first you know what I mean.
The car broke down in Arcata, gonna cost us 160 bucks that we really don't have, but hey, life's fuckin great really. I miss some of you Boston kids, steady doin your thing, but I honestly don't see myself comin home so maybe I'll be catchin you guys on the west coast at some point, it's really just so much chiller. Portland is off the hook, so if any guys are plannin on travelin go check the scene, they got strip clubs on every corner cheaper than bars in Boston and they got these drinks for a buck, consistin of a shot of wiskey in a beer, it's fuckin great. Calli so far I've gotten my sneakers stolen from a rest area just over the boarder but it's already gettin cooler, and really it's just funny anyways. Later dudes, surfs up.

The MutherFuckin Rockies.

2004-06-12T16:57:27Z

We climbed a mountain yesterday, and stood at the very peak drinkin beers and takin pictures. This place is unreal, but thank god for pictures. Which once I have the money I'll post for shure. Martin's budy Churp has put us up for a few days, smokin O.C.s and shit. When we where leavin Boston I thought I might not drink so much, which was a dumb idea I admit, now knowin we will climb a mountain just to drink beers on top of it. Anyway, where rollin out of the mountiains right now and I shouldn't hold everybody up so I'll keepin this shit posted as much as possible. Oh ya Denver was off the hook, Nick and everybody got a scene goin for themselves out there, I hope to go back one day. Later.

Headin into Denver.

2004-06-08T18:35:59Z

Just finally found a computer. This shit is rockin for shure though. From the last time I touched a computer till now I've pissed myself, puked on myself, gone to some random ass keg party and camped out in the Bad Lands with some random train tramp, by the name of Puppa Smurf.
Where hopin to get in touch with Nick from Hired Goons when we get into town, but who knows. Can't wait to see the Rockies up close, from a far they look dope, but I'm not shure if they can touch the Bad Lands either way. Mad Love guys, from the back of the mini van steady rockin beers, to some hick town library computer, and straight the fuck up to Boston. Peace.

Detroit

2004-06-04T01:16:31Z

To whoever. The cross country crew a.k.a. Xcargo has cracked a bottle of Wiskey on the way in, and we are now drinkin. The farther and farther we get, is almost overwelming, the feelin of peace, so fuck you drink beer and wish us all luck. Fam.

Still Here

2004-06-03T07:16:37Z

Everyone else is passin out, me and Rory are the only ones left, still drinkin beer. Fuck you'll.