WE SHOULD HAVE FIRED THAT ROCKET LAUNCHER
Foreward
I feel like I have to justify this. I’m not sure why. This blog is somewhat of a greedy and selfish attempt to explain how much of an incredible time I have experienced over the past few weeks to a wider audience who did not have the opportunity to participate in such a ridiculous journey. It’s not an attempt to show how cool I am. Although, it was absolutely decided by myself and my fellow travelers, that we were obviously the coolest people in the world.
Remember when you had one of those nights or days when you got home and either the next hungover morning or later that day, you wanted to share your experience with someone else? You just wanted to share your experience if, for no other reason, that you felt you had to force the story out of your brain so the joy created by your senses didn’t overcome your brain and turn it into mush.
Remember one of those days when you had something incredible happen to you? Either something which shattered your preconceived notions about some entity or theory, or something which reared its head so as to force you to face the remarkable truth that you didn’t believe that type of beauty ever existed. Something along those lines – where your brain cannot take the pressure of attempting to calculate the importance and/or significance of the event.
My mind was blown every single day.
Now, take that event and multiply it by three: one event in the morning, one event in the afternoon, and one event in the evening.
Now, take those 3 events and multiply them by 7: one for Monday, one for Tuesday, one for Wednesday, one for Thursday, one for Friday, one for Saturday, and one for Sunday.
Now, take those 21 events, and multiply them by about 4 weeks: one for Week #1, one for Week #2, one for Week #3, and one for Week #4.
Now, sprinkle a constant flow of cheap Asian beer over all of those mind-blowing 84 events, and it becomes difficult, if not impossible, to remember the facts, details, emotions, and importance immersed within those incredible times.
The trip was remarkable, not because of any specific event, but because of the cornucopia of batshit crazy things which happened to us. And “batshit crazy” does not incorporate the stereotypical “dude, we got wasted in
So, that is why I’m writing this. Not as a champion’s requiem of the trip just encountered, but a memorialization of what occurs when an individual pushes their boundaries and takes a chance to view people, places, and things outside of their status quo bubble.
These postings will be direct transcription from the journal i kept over the course of the trip. The rare exceptions will be when I enter a rant about something triggered by the journal's description.
Hope you enjoy. And if not, there are plenty of other ways to waste your time on the internet. May I suggest http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Kitten_huffing
