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Christ on a broken crutch...Jonathan and I looked at this picture for 20 minutes before we were able to figure out what the hell it was (maybe).



Guesses?

Here is what we figured

a fabulous guess. It took twenty minutes to figure it out? Thats in the back of an ol' red Dodge Caravan, hehe. Good times, that thing attached to that person's face is a monster.

That's fucking fantastic!!! I'd almost forgetten the days of the Red Flyer. How funny! I wonder what ever happened to that lovely red Caravan???

I have some very fond memories from that bad ass beast.

How about hauling the recycling up to my grandma's and having it tip over - "Most Heinous!"

Or what about surfing in the back and popping the window out - then goin to the junkyard and buying a new one and putting it in?

Good times, good times.

I forgot about the window popping out incident...hahaha, fogot all about it. For some reason I think I was slightly pissed off about that, I don't know why. That van was all about good times and the window chalks up to one of those. MOST HEINOUS! Remember parking that thing downtown to go to the Beat Box and Tina was making fun of me while I was trying to parallel park it? How old was I 16? 17? Something like that, those were the days...much debauchery happened in that van. SO MUCH. I started driving that thing when I was 15. A whole year and half before I even moved to washington. Buzz, I ended up blowing up the engine...threw a rod and then it sat in my driveway for a while, then I had some stupid guy look at it and realized it wasn't even worth trying to fix. Donated. Gone. The memories will live on in our hearts and minds. A moment of silence please for the memories of braffin' that thing back into stossil creek, or down the trails behind my house, or up to the powerlines at lake Joy, bottoming out all the while. Smoking 4 blunts at once inside with 8 people stashed in, crashing out face-down drunk in the back, dropping of bags upon bags off beer bottles off after weekends of drunken splendor, drunken surfing in the back when the seats were sitting in my parents garage because I had played a show the night before in a bar that I wasn't even old enough to sit at. *Tears of Joy*

Those are some really good memories. (sniffle)

It wasn't in the van, but from that era was the winter that the 3 of us and JR sat down at the bottom of your driveway, Buzz, during the huge snow storm. You and JR had 4WDs and we would slide around on the ice and then slip back when a car would head around the hairpin. How many cars did we have to help out of the snowbank in the few hours we sat there.

I've said it before and I am sure I will say it again, good times.

I can't believe I've forgotten about so many of these awesome times.
Tron, I don't really remember how many cars we pulled out, but I do remember for sure the Camaro. That was some funny shit! How long did we sit down there? A couple hours I think. I remember that same night going back up to Bos' development and we all took turns being thrown off the sled all the while JR was pulling us around in his Toyota!! I remember hitting my head pretty hard. Good times! Bos, I remember towing the Cary back up Stevens St. after you, Richard Bos, and I went down and threatened the repair guy, who if I'm correct, spent the money that had been paid to fix the van, actually went to some weird ass crack binge. Oh, good times. I just didn't remember what had been done to the van after that. When the FUCK are we gonna get together? Call my bitch ass back!!

so the agent Bos disconnect lingers for others as well.......

Now that E.Dawson has joined the conversation I just had a flashback to a funny time that crossed through my mind when Jonathan and I were talking about Cedarcrest the other day.

You remember that time during Unexplained Phenomenon club that you got the flat Erik, and at least you me and Buzz (who else? JR? Nate?) were out in the parking lot during lunch, blasting the Punk in Drublic and changing the tire. Some authority figure came out to yell at us and see what we were doing. We were just like - fixing a flat... uhh, okay.

HOW DID THE CAT GET SO FAT...

never ment anything to me....I'm not crazy, well that's not true I got a bed, and a guitar, and a dog named Bob who pisses on the floor, that's right I got a floor, my closest friend linoleum, Lin-ol-e-um!!

of punk and disorderly!!!!!


hey at least I only got a tire slashed! It would have been so much worse if say, I had rocks thrown up my tailpipe so that my fuckin engine exploded!!!!!!


Ahh good times by the grafitti wall