New Orleans (11/24)

Phil's neighbor. He skates in crocs and all of his friends called him Fat Boy.


This was their ramp.

Phil showed us where he works.


Theme stools.




Alligator po boy.

This guy was beyond wasted. He could barely walk, but managed to follow us out of the bar with a full beer. He asked me something like "what are you lookin to?" and kept talking about moving his refrigerator and football. Then he chugged his beer, threw it into the bed of his truck and drove off. It was probably around 1 pm.





Tree of Life.


I tried to climb it, but didn't get too far.

The MPV made it from Philly to Vancouver to New Orleans somehow.

Checking out the ramp.


Jabba the Slut also made the trip from Philly.

On the way there Phil told me he was baking us a cake. I thought he was joking.

He also told us a story about how he took a bunch of GHB and ended up backstage at a Matisyahu concert. Here is his backstage pass.

This was the night that Michael got too high and Phil got sick. They were both asleep by 9:30.