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  1. … like a band of gypsies we go down the highway.

Back on the road for the next week or so. I’m not sure if it’s worth it to spend any time trying to update this blog throughout this mini road trip part deux, but in my current state of mind I’ll say that I’ll give it a shot. So, if you still look at this thing, you might want to ask yourself: Why?

The road trip is over. Or is it? I don’t know. I’m going to sleep now. Possible updates to come sooner than later. … like a band of gypsies we go down the highway.

Back on the road for the next week or so. I’m not sure if it’s worth it to spend any time trying to update this blog throughout this mini road trip part deux, but in my current state of mind I’ll say that I’ll give it a shot. So, if you still look at this thing, you might want to ask yourself: Why?

The road trip is over. Or is it? I don’t know. I’m going to sleep now. Possible updates to come sooner than later.
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    … like a band of gypsies we go down the highway.

    Back on the road for the next week or so. I’m not sure if it’s worth it to spend any time trying to update this blog throughout this mini road trip part deux, but in my current state of mind I’ll say that I’ll give it a shot. So, if you still look at this thing, you might want to ask yourself: Why?

    The road trip is over. Or is it? I don’t know. I’m going to sleep now. Possible updates to come sooner than later.

  2. The answer is 10,179 miles.

  3. Just a typical day…

    Sike, nah. So Justin and I were driving from a Navajo rez in NW new mexico to Phoenix and we stopped for gas in the middle of nowhere… and just our luck, as if a stray lightning bolt of Zeus stopped us dead in our tracks… Wells Fargo decided to cancel my bank card. Code Red. I had no way to access money, get money transfered, nor did I have a credit card. It was Saturday early evening, getting to a bank wouldn’t happen till Monday. As we sat in the shitty gas station, contemplating our new weekend life as crustpunks, Justin confessed about 20 minutes later that he did in fact have some money, and put enough gas in our car to be crust punks in Phoenix (a sprawling middle of nowhere vs. a beautiful one). Perhaps at the initial incident my judgment was clouded… but once in phoenix I realized the power of the internet, and the great service of Orbitz… and the beautiful patron saint of maternity, Miriam Yassky, got us a baller ass hotel room. It was the last thing I envisioned sitting in that gas station… thinking how could I get dreads and a mutt and find a vagabond community in the next 30 min.

  4. Best song out there right now? Chyeaah!!

  5. Overheard while on a casual mountainside stroll in Phoenix, AZ:

    "Why do you think I do fucking jiujitsu and boxing and all that shit? To keep my lungs in shape. Cardio- it’s good for you! That’s why I push myself every single day of the year!"

    - some guy in his late 20’s talking to a little boy

  6. So I found myself in New Orleans for the 2011 BCS championship. Twenty min before the game I bought a Bama hat (I mean why not, they were the underdogs and I have a few friends from there) and hit bourbon street to get some high quality “ROLLLLL TIDES”.

    3 hand grenades, 57 new friends, and one really soar throat later… I think I was a real fan.

  7. Compliments of Brian in Birmingham. The new Yassky coat of arms. Compliments of Brian in Birmingham. The new Yassky coat of arms.
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    Compliments of Brian in Birmingham. The new Yassky coat of arms.

  8. Bust. Bust.
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    Bust.

  9. Goodbye Austin! You’ve been a lot of fun, but this party train has got to mosey on elsewhere. 

Oh, side note having nothing to do with Austin, Texas: Dallas, you’re the worst. Goodbye Austin! You’ve been a lot of fun, but this party train has got to mosey on elsewhere. 

Oh, side note having nothing to do with Austin, Texas: Dallas, you’re the worst.
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    Goodbye Austin! You’ve been a lot of fun, but this party train has got to mosey on elsewhere.

    Oh, side note having nothing to do with Austin, Texas: Dallas, you’re the worst.

  10. Here is a picture of three trucks outside of a waffle house at night somewhere in Mississippi. Here is a picture of three trucks outside of a waffle house at night somewhere in Mississippi.
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    Here is a picture of three trucks outside of a waffle house at night somewhere in Mississippi.

  11. Pretty much the first time we saw the coast. Safe to say we got uh… a little overzealous.

    Biloxi, MS.

  12. Hey now! Leaving Birmingham Alabama and heading for the wonderful city of New Orleans. We’ll be throwing up a nice Birmingham post sometime later tonight or tomorrow. Stay tuned! Hey now! Leaving Birmingham Alabama and heading for the wonderful city of New Orleans. We’ll be throwing up a nice Birmingham post sometime later tonight or tomorrow. Stay tuned!
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    Hey now! Leaving Birmingham Alabama and heading for the wonderful city of New Orleans. We’ll be throwing up a nice Birmingham post sometime later tonight or tomorrow. Stay tuned!

  13. Congratulations! Congratulations!
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    Congratulations!

  14. Here is a photo of myself holding Mickey Mantle’s baseball bat. This picture was taken by the legendary sports photographer Michelle Marasco. A lot of capitalized M’s are being used here. Here is a photo of myself holding Mickey Mantle’s baseball bat. This picture was taken by the legendary sports photographer Michelle Marasco. A lot of capitalized M’s are being used here.
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    Here is a photo of myself holding Mickey Mantle’s baseball bat. This picture was taken by the legendary sports photographer Michelle Marasco. A lot of capitalized M’s are being used here.

  15. Elvis Presley in Louisville. Elvis Presley in Louisville.
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    Elvis Presley in Louisville.