DAVENPORT 09

BUSTED OUT AROUND 800 MILES IN A WEEKEND,IT WAS EPIC. I RAN INTO A CAR IN THE FIRST 25 MILES. DID A FLAT TRACK CHOPPER SLIDE TO AVOID ENDING HANS'S LIFE. I SLID ACROSS A LANE INTO THE BACK OF A CAR,THEN THE REAR HIT THE EDGE OF THE BUMPER AND TAIL TAPED IT STR8 AND STOPPED RIGHT BESIDE DUDES WINDOW. WHO I LOOKED AT AND SAID "COOL..." HE WAS VERY HAPPY IT TURNED OUT "COOL". WHEN YER UNDER THE GUN,YOU GOTTA KEEP YER "COOL". THANKS JULIE FOR THE PIC.

BRUTAL.

BAD VIBES

FOUND THIS IN MY RICHMOND STORAGE UNIT. NOTE SIGNS OF RAMPANT DRUG USE BETWEEN READINGS.

CRIME

JESUS TRIP PART 1

SOON THE ACID TURNED ON ME,I WAS WAS EATING 2-4 TABS AT FIRST,JUST GETTING PARANOID AFTER AWHILE. BY THE TYME MY MYSTICAL TRAVELS BROUGHT ME TO AUSTIN,TX,I WAS READY TO COMPLETELY LOSE MY MIND. I DIDN;T CARE IF I EVER CAME BACK,I WAS TRYIN TO RE-WIRE MY BRAIN,KILL OFF SOME OF THE BRAIN CELLS THAT WERE LINKED TO MENTAL ILLNESS'S THAT WERE PLAGUING ME,ULTIMATELY MY EGO. SOUNDS CLICHE,I KNOW. BUT AT THIS TIME I KNEW LITTLE OF THE PSYCHEDELIC WRITINGS ON THIS SUBJECT,CALL IT INSTINCT,I WAS A ACID BABY,SPENDING TYME ON A COMMUNE IN COLORADO IN MY EARLY YEARS. SO ANYWAY I MEET MY BUDDY SEAN, A 100 HIT VETERAN. HIS BAND (FUCKEMOS) TELLS SOME OF THESE TALES. SO NOW THAT I KNEW SURVIVORS, IT WAS TIME TO TAKE IT TO THE NEXT LEVEL,60 HITS. WOW... I CAN'T EXPLAIN WHAT TOOK PLACE. YOU'D HAVE TO KNOW IT YERSELF. ANYWAY THE JESUS THING HIT ME,I READ SOMEWHERE THIS TRIP IS THE FIRST SIGN OF INSANITY,I DON'T DOUBT IT. SUDDENLY I COULD ACUTELY SENSE OTHER PEOPLES HURT,PAIN,AND THEIR SUFFERING. IT WAS TOO MUCH.. I COULDN'T BE AROUND PEOPLE,THE SUN HURT. FRESH CUT GRASS CUT MY FEET. TREES TOLD SAD TALES, IT WAS ALL FUCT UP,THIS WAS 2 WEEKS AFTER I DROPPED THE 60 HITS,I WAS NURSING IT WITH 10 STRIPS EVERY COUPLE OF DAZE,TO KEEP IT GOIN. PART 2 SOON.

NEW TATTY ZAP!

FROM SPENCER AT 7TH STREET,THANX MAN!

my laptop crashed!! bummer!

now i'm using another computer so it might be a couple daze before i resume posting. keep on keepin on,zac doom

YEEAAA....

WTF IS GOIN ON HERE??

WHAT IS REALLY GOIN ON?

TRIPLE VISION!!

I WAS SO WASTED ON PILLS,BOOZE AND WEED I HAD TRIPLE VISION. I WAS AT THE GWAR COUMPOUND AT ONE OF THERE FAMOUS "GWAR-B-Q'S" BURN THE PRIEST WAS PLAYIN,THESE GUYS LATER BECAME LAMB OF GOD. I WAS HANGIN WITH TATTOO LAURA AND CHRISSY,MY ROTATING PARTNERS IN CRIME. BOTH REALLY COOL,BUT DEADLY,GIRLS. ONE TURNED GAY AND DRIVES A BIG RIG CROSS COUNTRY,THE OTHER IS IN THE HOOD AND TOTALLY COOKED. BUMMER.. ANYWAY I STAND UP,ALMOST FALL ON MY FACE AND GO TO MY IRONHEAD CHOPPER AT THE TIME. I HAD TO STAB OUT AND T.C.B. YOU EVER NOTICE WHEN YOU "REALLY" SHOULDN'T BE RIDIN YER BIKE,THE FUCKER ALWAYS STARTS ON THE FIRST KICK? ANYWAY I GATHER MYSELF AND FOCUS ON THE "REALITY" IN THE MIDDLE AND TOOK OF,RODE BOUT 30 MILES AIMING AT THE VISION BETWEEN THE RIGHT AND LEFT VISION,MADE IT THERE!! I ALSO USED TO SHOOT POOL KILLER WITH THAT SAME BUZZ. JUST RANTIN.. ZAC

ROAD SIDE MEET.

MINUTES BEFORE MY FAMOUS FLAT TRACK SLIDE TO CAR TAP.

REGRET NO.1

60'S CHEVY VAN. EVERYONE HAS GOT ECONO-LINE ON THE BRAIN. THE CHEVY RULES OVER THE FORD. HAD ONE OF THESE 94-96,V-8 MOTOR,HORRIBLE DRUM BRAKES,PANEL,COULDN'T SEE A THING. I USED TO EASE INTO THE OTHER LANE ON THE HWY. NO BEEP MEANT NO CAR IN THAT LANE,IF YOU SLAMMED ON THE BRAKES..GET READY TO JERK INTO THE LEFT HAND LANE. THESE THINGS WERE A MESS. HAD ABOUT 3 G'S INTO IT AND SOLD IT FOR 500 DOLLARS TO A 1% CLUB DUDE IN A TIME OF NEED IN VA. SUPPOSEDLY HE RAN IT INTO A DITCH 2ND DAY HE OWNED IT. MAKES ME FEEL BETTER THAT NO ONE ELSE GOT TO LOVE IT BESIDES ME. THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY.

GHOSTS ON THE ROAD AND BLACK SABBATH MAKES KEMOSABE SCAREED.

I HAD JOSH AND HARLOWE SO SCARED THEY PISSED THERE PANTS, I ALWAYS SEE GHOSTS ALONG THE ROADS AND HIGHWAYS OF THE U.S.,I'VE TRAVELED MORE THAN MOST ALONG THESE ROADS, I NOTICED THE GHOSTS AND HIGHWAY GRAVE SITES YEARS AGO.ON MEDICATION,OFF MEDICATION,THE SPIRITS ARE STILL THERE. DAVE ON THE OTHER HAND,IS USED TO ME AND DIDN'T TRIP ON IT.

THE CHOPPER GODS LOOKED OUT FOR US..

WE RAN OUT OF GAS IN THE MIDDLE OF NO-WHERES-VILLE. WE WERE TRULY FUCT. BUT THEN WE HAD A VISION THAT GAVE US THE MAGIKAL ELIXIR WE NEEDED TO GET OUT OF THE DESERT AND NOT DIE IN NOWHERESVILLE. WE DRAINED OUR GAS TANKS!! WE GOT JUST ENUFF TO GET TO OUR NEXT GAS STOP! HERES JOSH (WE MADE HIM DO SHIT LIKE THIS ALL WEEKEND,SINCE HE WAS THE YOUNG ONE AND HAD THE RESILIENCE TO BOUNCE BACK FROM PHYSICAL HARDSHIP HAHA!! GOT YOU!) FILLING A JUG FROM THE SIDE OF THE ROAD WITH GAS.

ME ON THE OTHER HAND PICKED UP A BOTTLE FULL OF LIQUID,"HEY WHATS THIS?-A BOTTLE OF PISS YOU FUCKIN DUMMY!! ANYWAY,I THEN WENT IN SEARCH OF SCORPIONS AND RATTLESNAKES WITH BARE FEET.

I BEND MY KNEE NOT.

BUT FOR MY OWN SELFISH DESIRE.

THRU HELL AND BACK!

CLASSIC 70'S BUDGET CHOPPER. SURVIVOR!!

I'M OUT!!

I'M GOING TO DAVENPORT,RIDE 450 MILES THERE,MEET SOME GOOD FOLKS,LOOK AT PARTS I CAN'T AFFORD,BUY SOMETHING I DON'T NEED,GO TO VINTAGE RACES,RIDE BACK. I''L BE GETTING SOME SICK PIX,SO TUNE IN MONDAY. ZAK DOOM

I COULD TELL YOU A THING OR TWO.

BUT THEN YOU WOULD HAVE TO DIE.