when mum's the word
heart yarns & string mechanics
we were tethering our fingers, pulling at the others center
mid campaign our crew took on a bail out in Rancho Cucamonga. we had three days to stick it to san bernardino county board of directors for misappropriating tax write offs for expenditures during their part-time denizen conventions.
this was the same weekend of smoke out festival.
after two days off, back in huntington beach, our crew having been reduced to 5, went rogue. became a guerilla unit, armed with pen & ink... foam board with bull clips...
vertical spent a day drinking pinot grigio and talking to a coordinator who was pulling numbers out of San Fran. walking to & from the viking he pitched that we head north. by the end of the night our revised team of five were unanimous and packing our bags.
it might have been upsetting to our coordinator we ditch her, after she burned half the team off, searing them with the swift metal bus cutting across the states highways, sending them home...
after all though, inference weighed more than reason, we had just spent 72 hours working for monies we would prolly never see...
all for the best. upon discovering she was pregnant our coordinator applied for a desk job with an office at the agency. if she didn't get the job, she just pocketed rows of bills in double stacks to fashion a nest for her and her lil zygote.
mayhab the wrong thing was the right thing to do after all...
as it went the new coordinator guy was just outside San Fran and he hooked up a couple of bus tix for three of us, Adrian & Jones took Jones's car, a compact soft top with a champion donut (doughnut?). I would have preferred the car to the hound so's i could burn down venice beach and maybe see a friend in santa monica... but i feared the spare. the bus for sure was more entertaining as it went jones just shot up the highway and made it to our hotel destination hours before us.
arriving...
when mum's the word
heart yarns & string mechanics
we were tethering our fingers, pulling at the others center
mid campaign our crew took on a bail out in Rancho Cucamonga. we had three days to stick it to san bernardino county board of directors for misappropriating tax write offs for expenditures during their part-time denizen conventions.
this was the same weekend of smoke out festival.
after two days off, back in huntington beach, our crew having been reduced to 5, went rogue. became a guerilla unit, armed with pen & ink... foam board with bull clips...
vertical spent a day drinking pinot grigio and talking to a coordinator who was pulling numbers out of San Fran. walking to & from the viking he pitched that we head north. by the end of the night our revised team of five were unanimous and packing our bags.
it might have been upsetting to our coordinator we ditch her, after she burned half the team off, searing them with the swift metal bus cutting across the states highways, sending them home...
after all though, inference weighed more than reason, we had just spent 72 hours working for monies we would prolly never see...
all for the best. upon discovering she was pregnant our coordinator applied for a desk job with an office at the agency. if she didn't get the job, she just pocketed rows of bills in double stacks to fashion a nest for her and her lil zygote.
mayhab the wrong thing was the right thing to do after all...
as it went the new coordinator guy was just outside San Fran and he hooked up a couple of bus tix for three of us, Adrian & Jones took Jones's car, a compact soft top with a champion donut (doughnut?). I would have preferred the car to the hound so's i could burn down venice beach and maybe see a friend in santa monica... but i feared the spare. the bus for sure was more entertaining as it went jones just shot up the highway and made it to our hotel destination hours before us.
arriving early in the AM vertical, dust & i ran up on cab driver after driver sleeping in their cars. non were startled as all were slowly rising, opening their eyes, pointing to the front of the line, mottling their words and accents...
heart yarns & string mechanics
we were tethering our fingers, pulling at the others center
mid campaign our crew took on a bail out in Rancho Cucamonga. we had three days to stick it to san bernardino county board of directors for misappropriating tax write offs for expenditures during their part-time denizen conventions.
this was the same weekend of smoke out festival.
after two days off, back in huntington beach, our crew having been reduced to 5, went rogue. became a guerilla unit, armed with pen & ink... foam board with bull clips...
vertical spent a day drinking pinot grigio and talking to a coordinator who was pulling numbers out of San Fran. walking to & from the viking he pitched that we head north. by the end of the night our revised team of five were unanimous and packing our bags.
it might have been upsetting to our coordinator we ditch her, after she burned half the team off, searing them with the swift metal bus cutting across the states highways, sending them home...
after all though, inference weighed more than reason, we had just spent 72 hours working for monies we would prolly never see...
all for the best. upon discovering she was pregnant our coordinator applied for a desk job with an office at the agency. if she didn't get the job, she just pocketed rows of bills in double stacks to fashion a nest for her and her lil zygote.
mayhab the wrong thing was the right thing to do after all...
as it went the new coordinator guy was just outside San Fran and he hooked up a couple of bus tix for three of us, Adrian & Jones took Jones's car, a compact soft top with a champion donut (doughnut?). I would have preferred the car to the hound so's i could burn down venice beach and maybe see a friend in santa monica... but i feared the spare. the bus for sure was more entertaining as it went jones just shot up the highway and made it to our hotel destination hours before us.
arriving...