MIKE AND THE GANG JUST GOT SEASON PASSES TO THE LOCAL MOUNTAIN HERE IN PORTLAND. ONE VIDEO PRODUCTION COMPANY RULES AND HOOKED ME UP, I BETTER DUST OFF THE HI-8 CAMERA. IT ALSO HAPPENS TO BE A VOLCANO, SO EXPECT SOME INSANE SHIT AS SOON AS WE ALL GET SOME SNOWBOARDS AND GO UP THERE. ONE TIME WHEN I WAS A KID WE USED TO EAT PEOPLES LEFTOVER FOOD IN THE LODGE AFTER THEY LEFT THEIR TABLE. RICH PEOPLE NEVER EAT THE WHOLE PIZZA. THE ONLY PERSON MORE OF A BOTTOM FEEDER WAS THIS TELEMARK SKIER, I THINK HIS NAME WAS BOB, OR BILL. HE SKIED IN JEANS WHEN IT MEANT YOU WERE CRUMMY, NOT ON THE CUTTING EDGE OF COSTUMES AND FASHION. TELEMARK SKIERS HAVE IMPECCABLE STYLE ANYWAY, THE CLASSIC ONES AT LEAST, THAT RIPPED IT UP ALL THROUGH THE 70′S. I SAW THIS LITTLE KIS SPIT A HUGE AMOUNT OF SCUM INTO THESE FRIES BEFORE HE LEFT THE TABLE AND THEN A MINUTE OR SO LATER, BOB ENCOUNTERS THE FRIES ON HIS AFTERNOON TRASH CAN LUNCH, AND ATE THEM, NO QUESTIONS ASKED. NONE OF US SAID A WORD, AND IN HINDSIGHT THERE IS NOT MUCH YOU COULD HAVE SAID. I IMAGINE HE ASSUMES THERE IS SPIT IN EVERYTHING HE EATS, HE TAKES IT AS FACT, AND THAT IS WHY HE WILL OUTLIVE US ALL WHEN THE DARK AGES RETURN. ENJOY YOUR DAY.

-the s man.