Recovery time

I feel nothing. Nothing. Whoever invented the spinal tap method of pain control, I could kiss you right now. I'm laying in my hospital nd all is well...as well as could be hoped for. I don't fell any pain thanks to the spinal tap and a morphine injection in my spine. I can't even feel the catheter. The nearly 5 hour procedure went well except it was more broken than expected. So the doc called an audible which will set me back an extra month on the recovery. But I'm stoked he did this. It's one less thing to deal with down the road. He took out my old socket and wedged some bone grafts in my Swiss cheese pelvis. Then he lined that thing with some space plastic that shouldn't wear out as fast. And finally he gave me a new ceramic ball. A ceramic hip ball. I'll be posting up at St Luke's Wood River Valley for 2 or 3 days, then it's back hone for 6 weeks of crutches and mind numbing boredom.

so you're saying there's a chance

Whenever I finally make it back to Santa Barbara, I've gotta find a place to live. Roommates make it tough to hide out and recluse my downtime. For many years now, I've really wanted to live in an Airstream, Spartan, or Silver Streak Trailer parked on a ranch or large property. You know, blend in with nature more. They've all got clean, solid lines and aren't some sort of disposable vinyl shitbox. I've thought about this alot and wasted tons of on-the-clock hours checking out motorhome and boating website. Under the outstretched awning I would build a little deck for a BBQ and chairs/couch for chillin. I'd either plug the stabbin cabin into a power outlet or use some solar panels for powering up the juicer, stereo, DVD player, and lights. For pooping I could build a composting shitter or buy/rent a porta potty like we used to use at Morty's property in Westport, WA. For staying connected to the internets, I'm sure there's some way to zap off the cell towers and one of my nerdier friends could help with that. If I ran out of storage space, I could stop by Home Dildo or Costco and grab a prefab shed. The last issue would be water and showering. A tankless, heated outdoor shower would be alltime. I haven't completely figured out how to feed it without a hose hookup, but I'm sure there's a way. Since I don't own a tow rig, another option is get some kind of styly motorhome and just drive up and live. Can you smell the patchoulli?

Wall of Clown

The Grateful Dead built the Wall of Sound in 1974. Tonight I got the last available room over Memorial Day weekend at The Clown Motel in Tonopah, NV. Stop by room #105 if you're in the neighborhood. The office has a Wall of Clowns and a nice lady missing many important teeth. Got a late start leaving Santa Barbara, so this is my penance. If nobody hears from me tomorrow, please call the fuzz.

On The Road Again

My buddy Ryan just scored a 1940's Chevy Bus and a 60's VW Van. It came with free rust, a giant crystal that helps charge the battery, a couple horse shoes, random smells, a broken disco ball, 4 windshields, a dangly bell, some wood and metal scraps, sidepipes, squishy brakes, and a gas pedal shaped like a foot. It's got over 600,000 cosmic miles and probably hundreds or thousands of Dead shows. I'm gonna have to look through my old pics of Dead shows and The Oregon Country Fair to see if I spot this thing in the background.

Jakarta

One last day was had in Bali, and now it's on to Jakarta and eventually home. Although I'm not really where to call home. Is it Idaho or California? Regardless, it's time to get some shit taken care of and get on with life. All this chillin, surfing, smoothie drinking, scooter driving, sweating, poolside lounging, clove smoking, and other uselss shit can't go on forever. I'm kind of pushing my luck in that department anyway. Unemployed retards who are looking down the barell of a very expensive surgery really should be hunkering down with their checkbook and not traveling to far away exotic surf trips for weeks on end. On a side note...$5 massages.

just cruizin along

get in my belly

I fucking LOVE Indonesian food. Basically I fucking love ALL Asian food. Done deal. End of story.

El Hefe Pastranastein

After my fat ass went Mach 3 across the janky old rusty bridge and the slats fell out into the river, we almost lost the Portuguese guy down a hole in the middle of the bridge so Tom had to rebuild the shit. I had to use some EXTREME mountain biking skills and throttled it as much as my busted up Yamaha could go to get some pop over about a yard of empty void. Good times.

Yamba Pete

ramdoms

made it!