Summer Thus Far

Speedy Shnail.

So hey, I got home from rochester and nothing had changed.

All of my bandmates were into drugs and such, although i guess worse off, and it seemed like Alaska really wasn't moving.

All of my buddies who worked at kaladis, my associates connected with the said " Log Haus" were actually going somewhere - to my surprise, they had all become much more united, it seemed as though they had grown more, and they all felt stronger. Not just as individuals, but as a team of sorts.

I'm Proud of every one of them. But when I got back to my immersion into the midnight sun lifestyle, I noticed that something was wrong with a couple of my friends, leading into the realization that I had befriended a traitor some years ago.

I don't want to name names, but someone who I had defended for years against police, my best friends, and even my own family had turned out to be a scumbag and piece of trash, not worth my time or the time of any of the people on this earth.

I also started missing Allison more and more every day, because I am so used to spending all of my time with her. If only she could come visit me sooner - Although she will come to stay with me for 11 days starting August 1 :)

I love that girl.

I was building a deck at my buddy ( and employer) Steve's house, which I had also helped reconstruct, with the help of his son-in-law and also good friend Alan. With the help of another son-in-law and previous employer Kosta (Costa maybe? Fuck thats a cool name either way) we spent every other day from memorial day weekend until the middle of june digging, drilling, and working our asses off to build a gigantic deck. I put in the last design too, so I;m pretty stoked on it.

Then some time in late june I flew to naknek to work in a cannery known as Leader Creek - so called number 1, this place was a shit hole and I hated every minute of being there. I met some cool people, and I did my thing, but I have a feeling the relationships I made there dont settle for shit in their minds by now. We were supposed to be cutting fish for 16 hours a day but I only worked 5 hours in the two weeks I was there. I was really good at cutting fish, keeping up with all of the foreigners who had been there for years, but it made my wrist hurt.

There were only two phones, no cell service, and no internet. If I ever missed Allison before, it was nothing compared to this. All I ever think about when I do any work - deck included_ is think of how much I just want to spend my time with her, and that maybe I can talk to her for a couple of minutes when I am done. All of the work I am doing is for her anyway if you think about it, because who else am I going to spend my money on? The two phones sucked and she could barely hear me, so I decided we had a static scrambled romance and that became the theme of the place.

I also plan to write a song about that place, named after a Tanzanian man who was named - check it - Innocent Bash. The coolest fucking name ever!

Anyway, last day there was the last day of free time (allegedly) before we had constant work. One last "hoo-rah" of partying, and I ended up getting a minor in consumption and breaking my right leg. I was fucked, fired, and sent home. I forgot to mention that I brought my favorite 35mm camera, a Nikon FM1, and 30 rolls of 400 and 800 speed film, only to find out that no pictures came out because the shutter was busted. total waste of fucking time, I would rather have just stayed home. It wasn't even worth the experience or stories that I got from it. Seriously, I am very pissed off about it, not to mention I have to pay for my gear and my plane ticket there, and cant even work because my leg is in half.

They said it was just sprained in naknek when they did some x-rays, but they speak for themselves when you see the huge gap between where the bone broke. So after I got it checked in anchorage, I had surgery the next day. 7 screws and a shiny plate. 20 staples too.

I really missed Allison at this point, let me tell you....

So I have been on my ass for the last 3 weeks waiting to be healed. I have been working a little bit at a local fish processing plant (go figure) because my friend Tyler is awesome and I am lucky that her mom owns the company.

I haven't been able to do much photography. which fucking blows, because of the obvious reasons, but hopefully I will get to soon. I am doing an ad for Carls Jr., and its going to be in all of the Alaska restaurants for a new product - I am pretty stoked about that.