Lost Memories And A Trip To Chico

a rainbow of teenage vomit

This weekend I was told a few things about SXSW that I had forgotten about. On that Friday I had decided to sport my McDowell's shirt because I think Coming To America is one of the greatest movies ever fucking made. Well a lot of people gave me props on the and one of those people was Stressmatic of The Federation. Dude was taking pictures of my shirt and in a drunken fury of hyphy that was was that show I ran up to my friends Lydia and Corey and yelled "THAT'S RIGHT! FEDERATION TAKES PICTURES OF ME!!!"

In other news I spent the last saturday in glamorous Chico, Ca, the city of endless dreams if you will. The reason I went up there was to partake in the mayhem that was a showing of Trailer Park Boys The Movie. If you don't know about TPB then you'd be highly advised to get the fuck up on it. It's a show that is filmed like a documentary about a bunch of dudes who aren't that smart and like to get drunk and high. Hilarity is soon to follow when you get those types of power together.

Anyways on to Chico. The morning after throwing down at Duplex for Mike Baker The Bike Maker's birthday party we loaded up in a zipcar and picked up Lydia, Brandon B and Thuggy for the journey to Chico which included a pit stop in Vacaville for some chorizo which proved to provide a suitable base for the attack that was to follow.




Upon arrival we rolled through the Liquor Bank prior to decending upon the Hit The Deck art show which was a showing of decks done up by a variety of artists. I believe the Art Show is hitting LA soon so you SoCal losers can go check that shit. Anyways there was a gang of dope shit but my favorite was this laser cut peacock joint. Kind of hard to see from the photo but trust me shit was sick.







At the art show Thuggy decided it was time to break out some IRAKS which is quite an amazing attack of caffeine and liquor. I wasn't even trying to fuck with the combination of Jameson and Hunid Racks. If you want to get learned on some IRAKS I strongly suggest reading Conciet's account of going to war with IRAKS.

After the artshow we rolled on over to Paradise Lost, the local indie video store run by Manny who was the whole fucking reason for this trip to Chico. You see dude had rented out a theater for the showing of Trailer Park Boys The Movie and shit was a fucking event for sure. At his video was the pre-party complete with free sierra nevada, rum & cokes, pepperoni sticks, chicken fingers, jalapeno chips and even Ricky.


bucket of fun


Thuggy on that pepperoni stick


lydia's stash


dude dressed up as Ricky, motherfucking RAVIN!


The line out front of The Pagent theater. We got to hangout infront of the theater for a minute do to the previous film going longer than expected. This resulted in a bunch of drunk nonsense out front. At some point some guy asked about my McDowells shirt and what it was about cause people kept yelling McDowells. I tell him Coming To America. He doesn't know it so naturally I ask him "Do you remember awesome?" and leave it at that because it was clearly apparent that he has never experienced awesome.


thuggy and manny's drunk cousin, dude was wilding, it was great.


stef and me


FUCK OFF LAHEY!!


yeah we drunk


Thuggy attempting to give a speech to the crowd about how no one would be there if it wasn't for Stef and me introducing Trailer Park Boys bootlegs into the lives of gurp.


a photo of the crowd listening to said speech.


the only two guys still listening to thuggy's drunken ramblings


Manny, Matt Loomis, and Thuggy



Jeremiah escorting me to an ATM because it was likely I was going to get run over or lost due to my mental state at the time. As a result of this I was not allowed into Duffy's and had to stumble back to the hotel.


oh yes, the breakfast of champions. this is how you attempt to take the hurt out of a hangover. Ideally this is followed by laying on my couch but in Chico it's followed by a long as fuck drive home. Oh fucking upon waking up I turned on the TV only to witness some ridiculous tv show called fucking Pinky Dinky Doo. I don't know what the hell it was about and but it was basically Sabado Gigante mixed with crack and pokemon.

Shit was fun as hell and shouts to the good folks of chico for all the free drinks and for putting up with the yelling and what not. goodtimes were had for sure.

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