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yesterday was the fourth of july

right? announcement of the century. declaration of our time. no matter how boring the sentence, the statement is true. well, i won't leave you a hangin' there. chewin' on your loafers. sweatin' on your balls, worryin' about what i did. i'll tell you. exactly. from beginnin' to end.

the ladies and i went to the russian river. just like the doors went to hollywood (sorry, inside joke.. between me and myself). we got together at the crack of morning and caravaned it out into bear country. 

we blew up two floaty boats and tripped on down the river. we swam, smoked, jumped rock and drank. when we were finally pooped we dragged our dead asses out of the water and into a bar... to take a nap.

 if i could only explain the casual manner in which i sashayed out of the bathroom and held this pose for one second.. you'd be impressed by my superior professional modeling skills. fuck. i just explained the manner.
mind my manner, children. 

anyways. we ate in the bar and drank up some soda then boofed on back to the east bay. i had a nap. had a shower. then escorted my wide load over to god knows where for a bit a the old fire work watchin. a shit ton of youngs up on a roof, blowing shit up. a delightful party. especially delightful due to the good company. the good, tall and handsome company. oh yeah. and i met a lady who likes to get naked in public, and dude who was passing out free drugs. all in all, a very good day followed by a very good night. 

now, excuse me while i go bury my face in farts and sleep for the next ten years. 

xoxo

dahlberg