A few short weeks prior, one of the homies found an amazing deal on bus tickets to San Francisco. One dollar per ticket from the “Mega Bus”, sounds too good to pass up don’t you think? We thought it was a good opportunity to rock our shirts on the road and have some fun in the process. This was probably our very first dead line we had to meet since during the time the tickets were booked, we had no shirts printed what so ever. Pretty good practice, but we somehow made the shirts just in the nick of time. Printed out the very day we were scheduled to leave. So there we were, ready to embark on an eight hour bus ride. Although it seemed much shorter in actual, but I’m sure the Old English malt liquor had something to do with that.
Before the trip started, we had already heard rumors that the bus drivers were no nonsense with their schedule. They say that if you late even one minute, homeboy wouldn’t hesitate or skip a beat to take off and leave your ass stranded right in the ass crack of nowhere. With that in mind, during the half way rest point, I really needed to drop a dooky bomb. So as soon as the bus stopped, I took immediate action. Unknown to my knowledge, my dooky time had expired. Back on the bus, the driver was already in gear and moving. My friends were all in panic, “Where is Mike?!” Luckily my girl was able to run out to flag the driver down. As soon as she takes her first step on the bus, she shouts out right there at the front of the bus, “WAIT! MIKE IS TAKING A SHIT!!!!” The whole bus goes into a up roar of laughter. Thanks babe, you saved me a long walk. So by the time I get back on the bus, the entire bus load of passengers go into a long round of applauds. “HEY MIKE!!! YOU MADE IT!!!” Me being an idiot, I start waving to them like I was the fucking Pope. I wouldn’t find out till much later the drama that had occurred while I was doing my duties on my throne.
Fresh off the bus.


Rest stop before we head to the warf.


Scenery.


As you can see here, the treachery of Japanese hentai tentacles knows no boundaries.


The Scorpion King left this behind.


More public transportation. We fucking love the shit out of our environ-fucking-ment.


Divine Intervention? We’ll let you decide.


First priority on our agenda, FOOD!


Who do the cops call when they get in trouble?


Wait… what?