It rained yesterday.
So we take it to the vaults, where old times play.
Yeah, we did Vermont. A bro-adtrip to end the summer. B-Alfukn Day, Huck Flinn, and the two Hermann miscreants. Verb-status in high order. Something like... "The 802 Sessions: Going H.A.M at full Bro-pacity"
A chapter of high impact, verses of water via rocks, wheels, fireworks (try a morter out a sunroof... no? no one?) p.a.r.t.y./r.a.v.e, hikes to panoramas, waterholes to more flight, shenanigans to all day everyday - and the book rambles on from here.
The pressure is on, as were pretty high up as it is - climax feels like an olden creed. So, maybe, this is a tribute to tomorrow, to the next jump, from even higher up.
Enjoyage.
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