Sober Day 2.

Two steps closer to being totally boring. LOL!

Bicycle to Costa Rica from New Orleans? Me crazy? Me think so!

So first off I want to get healthy. Second I want to go to Costa Rica. Third I want to make a positive impact on the world.

I'm really considering riding from New Orleans to Cost Rica on my bicycle. I have no idea how to do this since I've never done anything like it. But I know it is possible. Anything is possible.

So over the next couple of months I'm gonna try to figure out how to do this and raise money for charity in the process. I am looking for sponsors. How can I get sponsors? I have no idea... but I think it is important and want to figure out how to do this.

I've been thinking about what charity I would do this for.... hmmmm? What is a good charity? I am on the fence but I think raising money to help rebuild New Orleans would be a good start. Maybe I can grow it from there.

Anybody else out there want to come on this adventure? I also want to make a documentary of the journey. I would need a chase car, nice video camera, and a friend to come on this journey. My friend Ed expressed interest. I could really use some solid advice on how to raise money, find sponsors, and make this dream a reality.

Maybe this is just one of my rambles... but I think the idea is solid enough to attempt a try at it.
Open to suggestions. So send them my way!

President Bush is a fucking Idiot.... worthy of a post here!

My best friend Stephanie sent me this link. I think it is worthy of a post since I have a 1000 dollar gas bill after driving across the U.S.

A clip where a reporter asks President Bush what advice he has for the American people when gas hits $4 per gallon.

Next thing you know cocaine will be 200 dollars a gram. What has the world come to? Jeeezzz!

SOBER. Day 1

So today is my start at sobriety. Last night was quite a blowout. Ed and I got into a bar fight. Lost a car. Went to the Hustler Club. Damn I hurt.

So today is my first day at healing myself from heart break and substance abuse. My soul is tired.

Piano Man

Drive Through Daquiris!

seattle to New Orleans - Dallas Texas... last joint

Seattle to New Orleans - Dallas Texas... last tank of gas before home

Seattle to New Orleans - Windmills in Oklahom... I think?

Seattle to New Orleans - Play5ng Harmonica in Wyoming ont he road

Smoking weed in Utah

Seattle to New Orleans - Idaho Stop

No Job... No place to go... Ahhhh... Jobs are for suckers...LOL!

So today is my first day again on a new adventure. I cleaned out my apartment last night. It took me until 4:30am. The landlord was scared I wasn't going to return keys. LOL. What like flooding the building wasn't enough huh? Wow he really has very low expectations of me. Well, thanks Jason and sorry for all the trouble I caused. Kind of. Because it was indeed fun.

So I have a Uhaul truck with mostly just clothes. I will be putting my ultralight airplane inside the Uhaul and pulling my BMW Z3 behind it. I was going to do some site seeing. Now though I think I'm gonna drive str8 thru. Seems to make the most sense. Time to get sober and get my shit together. Did I mention I like women with Big Asses and little titties. Damn they are fine. And there is one bending over in front of me right now. Whoa I digress. I have found some dude in a band that needs a ride to New Orleans from Seattle I plan on meeting up with him later to see how his energy is. Make sure he ain't no Psycho. Like I'll really be able to tell. LOL.

Fremont Troll Stroll

Oh shit! What a beautiful Seattle Spring Day. What a lot of fucking beer. So TDoug and myself head down to Fremont at noon. Damn the line was around the block. So we go get ourselves a beer at a local dive bar. Head back to the line... still around the corner. Apparently 1100 people on this stroll. Stephanie showed up and got shitty on her lemon drops. I blacked out around the end. Not before giving a homeless friend 100 bucks. LOL. I could have used that money for a hooker. Damn it!

2 Day Cocaine Binge (Better than a 3 day Binge)

Ouch! I hurt. So, anyhow a dear frined of mine gave me about 250 dollars worth of Blow. Which I was, in turn, supposed to give to friends to help him get rid of. I don't know how many of you have done Blow, but it turns me into a horny jackass incapable of getting a boner. Kind of a Catch 22. Frustrating to say the least. On with the story... my friend picks me up at Dad Watson's where I was having dinner with Kevin Rice. Kevin was my old boss at Adobe Systems. He's a kindred spirit. We then go have a few drinks. We stop back at my place. He gives me the shit. We do a couple of lines about 9pm. I tell myself that's it since I need to work in the morning. It's Tuesday. Well after he leaves I do a lil more. Then a lil more. Then a lil more. At around 7am I figure "Well I guess I'm not goin to work today". I email my boss my sick day email. Then I proceed to snort an entire 40bag by 9am.

Okay, now it's time to watch some porn... which remained on for the entire day. Later that night a couple of friends drop by for a bit. I am lying there on the sofa... incapable of speaking at this point since I am so high. My entire body from the neck down is numb... numb in a good way I tell you. Anyhow a couple of hours go by. I kind of ask them to leave... or at least hinted at it a lot until they finally did. I could barely walk. I WAS SO FUCKING HIGH! BUT CRASHING FAST! The time was about 9pm. I downed 3 tylenol PMs and passed out.

The next morning... I felt pretty good. Shocker. But my life force was weakening. Oh right... I had not eaten in 2 days. Must get food on way to work. So I jump in the shower. Nose cleaning time. This is really the unglamorous part of doing BLOW. I snort some water. And start to blow my nose clean. Hold one nostril. I blow with all my might. A few small buggers fly out. But something just broke loose. Now when I breathe out of that nostril, it's like there is a value opening and closing. Okay this will get it. One final blow as hard as I can! With a burst of freedom it dislodges with a slight popping sound. The speeding bugger hits the shower wall with a thud. It looked like a dime sized corn flake soaked in bloody slime. Lovely, now why do I do this? Can't get a boner, can't eat, burning a hole thru my nose, and 250 can be gone in an instant. HMMM? Because it feels pretty good to be in that numb state. And the ritual of racking lines and rolling dollars is fun to me.