For me, sleep has always been tough to come by, and beer has always been my favorite vitamin (for better or worse, but let's not open that can of worms). This has is a combination which has found me "sleeping" upright in a straight backed chair and in some guys tree house on leap year day 2008. During the last four weeks of university I lived in my friend Jacob's laundry room. It was great. In the morning he would get up and cook his breakfast and I would worm around on the kitchen floor (it was adjacent my "bedroom") saying hilarious things. Well he laughs easy it could have been less hilarious than I remember. Anyway, we were not talking about ancient history but the near past, so without further ado...
|This was my home. A Mercedes. Any guesses why I named him "Adolf"?|
Flash back to June of this year (given time travel works) and you will find a much hairier version of me working at The Oriental Green Party Hydroponic Farm in Mount Compass South Australia. That is really the name and I highly recommend not working there. Well as the story goes, I was living unhappily with my bosses Mr and Mrs Luoung, who by the way have their own rooms. Probably because of their incredible dickishness. One day however they presented a paper thin ruse to get me out of the house and back into the van (we do not have time to explore the madness which was the Oriental Green Party fully at this time and I apologize). So from then on I lived in the van and had a mouse roommate named Chad. I think I named him so I would not kill him. My bad was made of cardboard boxes stuffed in cardboard boxes, then I taped 5 together. It worked OK. In the end I had $4,500 shoved into it as well so it was a pretty great bed.
Of course when I was done working I stayed at a couple mates places before I went on my BIG OVERNIGHT CAMPING TRIP! Seriously, the whole time I was in Australia I never really traveled. First because I was in a relationship, second because I was working at the damn Oriental Green Party. Well I finally got to go on a camp out to a music festival, and damned if I didn't do the exact opposite of what you are supposed to do. I camped right under a beautiful white gum tree!
|I'm not telling what went on with the tree, but it was a hoot!|
Just kidding! I got stuck in Sydney Airport for a week! Because of this mild transportation debacle, I ended up here:
|The Germans insisted on calling it "The Jolly Jumpa!"|
|Chris Finnen had the awesome habit of calling him "Garcy"!|