Worked as a summer adventure camp counselor in college. Took a group out on the AT for 9 days. Got back to work, and my boss told me if I didn't shower right then that I was fired (after I tried to give him a hug).
You got that right tea bag . San Fran and Pacifica [email protected] night we made our way to the haight for some good kush then over to the tenderloin to watch you teabagers wearing your silly chaps crusty mustaches try to pickup on that fresh 18 year old golden boy who just got dropped off from Wichita Kansas . ..
Yep, I rode for 8 years. As soon as I scored my HD, I wound up scoring on a stripper and coming close to losing my family and job over the next 18 months. Fun while it lasted though. And it never affected my hygiene. I could never get into the club scene, I hate living by other people's rules. Independent, all the way.
I hear you Kid. Independent is the way to go. I was an 'associate' of the dominant club in our area and was on the verge of prospecting when I got locked up. When I got out, my outlook on that world had changed. More surfing, less criminality. You can still be an outlaw without being a criminal.
I once went 6 days without showering during a short stretch of my life where I was a desk jockey for a a living. It was the beginning of summer & I lived across the street from the beach. There was a better than seasonal swell running so I would wake up, surf until I was late for work, watch the cam from work, race home, play the "one more wave" game until dark, pass out & repeat. The waves were far from epic but fun & clean. Once you get into June in NH you gotta get what you can because it's not out of the ordinary to get 6 or more weeks of flatness in the summer. I had planned on showering at some point, just kept putting it off because I felt clean from the salt water rinse. On the 6th day it became uncomfortable to sit. There was like s throbbing pain coming from my taint. I eventually sat on toilet to check things out and found a lump on my grundle. I palpated it to see if it was some kind of s tumor or something, not that I could really see anything, and it exploded in a yellowish, brownish, stinking mess in my hand. Hygiene has been a top priority for me ever since.
Yo Chavez itz all aboutz the spirit...but still to this day I can't seem to keep all my fingers out da criminal pies...low key none the less still criminal minded...
It went to tread Heaven along with bongs and other assorted NSFW classics. Treads are temporary bro, pride in the stories behind them are forever.
