hmm. let me put this the best way i can right now.
we had to make our way through the clogged arteries of the city to shed our old skin for the fresh road ahead. straight out of the dirty womb of the city we spilled into the countryside of the bay area, a land untouched by the grime of urban life, the rolling green hills gave us to the truth of the mouth of the sea where the test of our minds and inner selves was to take place. eyes open to the daylight crescent moons and the sacred geometry that came with it the test had begun. after solving puzzles of zeldaish difficulty we survived the trip unscathed and better for it.
the lesson learned: dont embark on a journey that you dont have enough gas to return from. literally and metaphorically speaking.
april 11th 2008 is a moment in retarded ass loser history that will not soon be forgotten.
p.s. stinson beach has no gas station within miles of it and if me or robbie are ever back in that podunk town again were going to burn it down.
p.s.s. we owe our buttz to that galaxy grey honda sittin outside robbie.
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