MY NAME IS CHIP. WEIRD SHIT JUST SORTA HAPPENS TO ME. THIS IS A SOME OF THAT SHIT.
With art, saying too much can ruin the beauty of what you are experiencing. You must see the art first, then after you’ve taken in a masterpiece, you form your own interpretation of what you’ve just seen.
The attached piece of literature is one of these rare works of genius. Please read the attached document first and only then move to the comments below for an explanation. Without further ado, I present:
My passion for the Kid Rock country rap genre has never been disputed. (sarcasm) So in 2009 I went to the HullabaLOU Music Festival, at Churchill Downs, in Louisville, with the KY Gentleman and his Wifey who was 4 months pregnant. The concert went as expected; the American Bad Ass literally rocked our asses off our bodies.
On a cold Monday night at UD after watching football, drinking warm leftover keg beer and eating too many chicken wings, the KY Gentleman was forced to relieve himself on our front porch. I’m not talking about #1 here… this is called the poop story of the week for a reason.
Our senior year at UD, The Donger brought to school a stuffed boar’s head trophy from his fathers basement. He gave us a speech about how important this thing was to his dad, that he had stolen it and that we couldn’t fuck it up or his dad would be furious. So…we hung it in the most high traffic room of the house.
I went to visit Felix a few years ago in Japan. He shockingly speaks fluent Japanese so he could translate. One day we were lying around watching TV and the greatest, show ever came on
Smells works downtown as a trader and from what I can tell, he does well for himself. A few years ago, he decided he needed an intern to help cover his “workload.” So, after some extensive planning, (he did nothing) he decided to reach out to the students at Northwestern and The University of Chicago, two of the most prestigious schools in America.
I ran this adventure race called the Wild Scallion where you do all kinds of crazy shit around town with a team of 4 people. Pretty fun, I signed up to do it with Bobby Ford and a couple other friends. The gist of the race is you run about 15 miles, Rollerblade, run some stairs, kayak, swim and bike all over town… It sounds like a pain in the ass but it was actually pretty awesome, however; it also did become a literal pain in my ass.
Smells, Policy and I went to an Irish bar here in Chicago last weekend. We cozied up to a table next to the window, had a few beers and threw back more than a few shots of Tuaca. After about at least four hours of “blades and bows” and “learn and do,” Policy asked “Is something burning?”
November 1, 2011
Chip
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