Well shit,
I'm doing frigging seriously alright. Two days of planting left, and today is a day off. Last night i got pretty flipping drunk around a sweet campfire.
Did a little bit of coke at the sweat shop union show. Dancing like a cowboy gangsta. After the show i was still riled up to heck so i hung out with various packs of kids, trying to figure out my next move. I heard about a party somewhere, and walked there. There was a pool table in the basement which kept me pretty entertained.
Left the party at about five, with the sun coming up. At this point i was half exhausted, and half wide awake. I ran into two planting kids back at the hotel at around five thirty. Shocked to see people awake, i got excited to see them. Hoping they could smoke me a bit of weed to settle me for sleep. As it turned out there were a half dozen more kids at the park, still strung out, trying to find reasons to be awake. Great to see some familiar faces in the same boat as me. One little doobie got rolled up and smoked. A bit of time fooling around on the jungle gym, then Jordan, Craig Blackwood, and myself smoked some bowls on the tailgate of the truck in the motel lot before calling it an evening at about 7.
Woke up at 1pm feeling terribly burnt out, wrote that last little post.
Ran into some more beautiful planting friends, who were planning on going on a mushroom adventure in the late afternoon. Just what the doctor ordered. Effing phenomenal day. About an 8 pack of us, walked a trail, found some rivers to hang out by. Did alot of laughing. Dude named mark and I traded the guitar back and forth playing some folky shit. He was blasting some dylan, tangled up in blue, and some nice blind melon, sleepy house and change. I think the tune is called change. They're just afraid of change.
Then there was another planting shift, and coming off that we had our year end party. I wasn't planning on coking the year end party, but the same boys who picked up for the ssu were gonna be picking up again, and i wasn't entirely able to say no.
Year end party was a blast. Everyone was drunk and happy. After the band played i was invited up on stage to play a few songs. I played a few songs after the band played last year, so i was psyched for another run. As it turns out i was a little bit too drunk and itchy to pull off good stuffs, so i choked my way through three tunes and called it a night. I know i just fucking needed one more line, just one more. Just.
I bought a bunch of clothes before year end party. Thrift shopping with a fierce timeline found me dressed in the most hideous pajama top i've ever seen, a purple blazer and tie (which ended up around my head, inspired by jimi H) and a pair of green plaid pajama pants, which are easily sharp enough to be dress pants. I friggin looked good.
My best buddy Jordan Barka was dressed in purple, with a green blazer overtop.
As the party was winding down i was feeling right buggered out because of a poor performance. No doubt my feelings were accented by the excitement of cocaine. So i didn't want to go dance with the other kids, i got my guitar out of the back of the truck and played for any kids i could find. Outside the bar, out in front of the seven eleven.
Ended up cabbing back to some house with some seriously fat native chicks. By this time my ax had four strings on it, and my repertoire was severely weakened. But i felt like singing, i just wanted to be heard. Remind myself that i'm pretty good, not just some coked up johnny no talent.
That night settled down real nice.
And then last night happened. We planted five more days following year end party, and last night got fucking roudy around that campfire. Now i'm in a small town called houston. There's two more planting days left, we're starting those days tomorrow.
What a time to be alive.
PEeeeaace.
I'm real worn out. Last night was fricken awesome. There was a hip hop show in smithers. Kind of a big deal, i guess. Sweat Shop Union is the name of the group. I didn't know who they were, but a bunch of planting kids sounded excited about them. I had a fantastic time.
Working about two more weeks. I'm real happy about it. Soooo ready to be done. It's been hot lately.
Same old, eh? I'm out.
Long time no update, which is a bit of a shame, since i've got nothing but garbage to offer you people in terms of storys and such.
I'm back in smithers. We went to Hazelton and lived at a ranch for a few weeks, that was pretty sick. Drove two or three hours to the alaskan panhandle for a day off, saw some bears roaming around town, we thought that was kinda weird, but apparently in Hyder Alaska, it's par for the course.
They've got this drink, once you've had it you become Hyderized. A healthy poke of 190proof whiskey, and tequila to chase. I did not get hyderized.
Sounds like planting finishes july 27th. From there Jordan and myself are driving to vancouver, returning the bass, kicking a little bit. Hopefully dropping some lsd... i had some mush recently and it didn't do the trick.
Then Jordan and myself are hopping the ferry, and hitting victoria pretty hard. I've got a good handful of kids on the island that i enjoy. There's a rookie this year named Russ. Good kid.
Moving north up the island, we'll go to tofino, and i'll do a bit of surfing. Jordan has spent some time there so he'll be a fine guide to the goods that town has to offer.
Shambala is August 10th to 15th. It's a mad party and i'll be there.
Following shambala, jordo and I will drive down the west coast of the states. Looking for spots to surf and party. We'll hit up some beaches in cali, and hopefully kick around san fran for two weeks or so.
Start of september will be Simon heading home. I assume i'll find places to stop and enjoy myself. Peace and Love.
Fucking seriously, peace and love. You deserve it.
simon
I'm doing frigging seriously alright. Two days of planting left, and today is a day off. Last night i got pretty flipping drunk around a sweet campfire.
Did a little bit of coke at the sweat shop union show. Dancing like a cowboy gangsta. After the show i was still riled up to heck so i hung out with various packs of kids, trying to figure out my next move. I heard about a party somewhere, and walked there. There was a pool table in the basement which kept me pretty entertained.
Left the party at about five, with the sun coming up. At this point i was half exhausted, and half wide awake. I ran into two planting kids back at the hotel at around five thirty. Shocked to see people awake, i got excited to see them. Hoping they could smoke me a bit of weed to settle me for sleep. As it turned out there were a half dozen more kids at the park, still strung out, trying to find reasons to be awake. Great to see some familiar faces in the same boat as me. One little doobie got rolled up and smoked. A bit of time fooling around on the jungle gym, then Jordan, Craig Blackwood, and myself smoked some bowls on the tailgate of the truck in the motel lot before calling it an evening at about 7.
Woke up at 1pm feeling terribly burnt out, wrote that last little post.
Ran into some more beautiful planting friends, who were planning on going on a mushroom adventure in the late afternoon. Just what the doctor ordered. Effing phenomenal day. About an 8 pack of us, walked a trail, found some rivers to hang out by. Did alot of laughing. Dude named mark and I traded the guitar back and forth playing some folky shit. He was blasting some dylan, tangled up in blue, and some nice blind melon, sleepy house and change. I think the tune is called change. They're just afraid of change.
Then there was another planting shift, and coming off that we had our year end party. I wasn't planning on coking the year end party, but the same boys who picked up for the ssu were gonna be picking up again, and i wasn't entirely able to say no.
Year end party was a blast. Everyone was drunk and happy. After the band played i was invited up on stage to play a few songs. I played a few songs after the band played last year, so i was psyched for another run. As it turns out i was a little bit too drunk and itchy to pull off good stuffs, so i choked my way through three tunes and called it a night. I know i just fucking needed one more line, just one more. Just.
I bought a bunch of clothes before year end party. Thrift shopping with a fierce timeline found me dressed in the most hideous pajama top i've ever seen, a purple blazer and tie (which ended up around my head, inspired by jimi H) and a pair of green plaid pajama pants, which are easily sharp enough to be dress pants. I friggin looked good.
My best buddy Jordan Barka was dressed in purple, with a green blazer overtop.
As the party was winding down i was feeling right buggered out because of a poor performance. No doubt my feelings were accented by the excitement of cocaine. So i didn't want to go dance with the other kids, i got my guitar out of the back of the truck and played for any kids i could find. Outside the bar, out in front of the seven eleven.
Ended up cabbing back to some house with some seriously fat native chicks. By this time my ax had four strings on it, and my repertoire was severely weakened. But i felt like singing, i just wanted to be heard. Remind myself that i'm pretty good, not just some coked up johnny no talent.
That night settled down real nice.
And then last night happened. We planted five more days following year end party, and last night got fucking roudy around that campfire. Now i'm in a small town called houston. There's two more planting days left, we're starting those days tomorrow.
What a time to be alive.
PEeeeaace.
Yo,
I'm real worn out. Last night was fricken awesome. There was a hip hop show in smithers. Kind of a big deal, i guess. Sweat Shop Union is the name of the group. I didn't know who they were, but a bunch of planting kids sounded excited about them. I had a fantastic time.
Working about two more weeks. I'm real happy about it. Soooo ready to be done. It's been hot lately.
Same old, eh? I'm out.
Hey Ho, Let us go.
Long time no update, which is a bit of a shame, since i've got nothing but garbage to offer you people in terms of storys and such.
I'm back in smithers. We went to Hazelton and lived at a ranch for a few weeks, that was pretty sick. Drove two or three hours to the alaskan panhandle for a day off, saw some bears roaming around town, we thought that was kinda weird, but apparently in Hyder Alaska, it's par for the course.
They've got this drink, once you've had it you become Hyderized. A healthy poke of 190proof whiskey, and tequila to chase. I did not get hyderized.
Sounds like planting finishes july 27th. From there Jordan and myself are driving to vancouver, returning the bass, kicking a little bit. Hopefully dropping some lsd... i had some mush recently and it didn't do the trick.
Then Jordan and myself are hopping the ferry, and hitting victoria pretty hard. I've got a good handful of kids on the island that i enjoy. There's a rookie this year named Russ. Good kid.
Moving north up the island, we'll go to tofino, and i'll do a bit of surfing. Jordan has spent some time there so he'll be a fine guide to the goods that town has to offer.
Shambala is August 10th to 15th. It's a mad party and i'll be there.
Following shambala, jordo and I will drive down the west coast of the states. Looking for spots to surf and party. We'll hit up some beaches in cali, and hopefully kick around san fran for two weeks or so.
Start of september will be Simon heading home. I assume i'll find places to stop and enjoy myself. Peace and Love.
Fucking seriously, peace and love. You deserve it.
simon