Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Rochester Fair

I wanted so much to share with you the video of the Rochester Fair but instead I have a picture of Dave grinding down screws in the roof of my van after we installed an escape hatch. I don't know what has meaning anymore. I want to catch leaves as they fall from the trees and dip my feet in a cold pond instead of driving into Portsmouth with the Navy Yard traffic wearing a dust mask too protect my bleeding lungs from the clouds of fiberglass dust now in my van.
It's impossible to do everything. Did I mention that NTB tires managed to fuck my alignment up worse than the mexican dirt roads that pulverized it. I pay for an alignment and get two busted tires and a front wheel camber bad enough to make Jeff Petty moan around the third corner.
I can't remember anything anymore so I will include this video as an explanation to why I am living this way. Hopefully I can refer to it when my memory fails completely.

I wanted to post this video so much that I went back outside and brought the file inside so I could do this though I am hungry and tired and living at the Walmart parking lot. When will there be wifi throughout the world?

Note: The damn freakout ride video was not captured due to my sickness and disorientation when flying sideways and spinning horizontally 50 ft in the air. I failed to capture the video of the chicken man with a sadness deeper than the Mariana Trench. There is one picture that made it. Enjoy!


Anonymous said...

someone hit the scooter man!! http://www.seacoastonline.com/articles/20100924-NEWS-100929877

Oggy Bleacher said...

Sad news. Homeless men being run down in the street, families living in the Walmart Parking lot. Gulf of Mexico polluted for a century. Still the merchandising of American souls plods on with smiling freaks stuffing their cholesterol into their faces. That's the paradigm we have to change. The root problems take heroes to address. Are there any heroes out there or are we all living our own private reality shows? Are we all fools on a hill.

Anonymous said...

Oh Oggy, Do you have cellular phone#?
We should talk. You need a good talkin' to;) I worry about this slow decent you've made into madness since you left LA for the desserts of la Paz. If you're up for it, give me your number. Much love, Christina

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