Rob-

Sam and I are back in Santa Cruz.  It's good to hear from you.  We were hoping you were still coming back so you could come with us (the car is still sorta running).  Were gonna go see Sam's folks next week, then go visit mine. 

It's been a crazy couple of weeks;

The first hour we were in Seattle, we met up with some junkie chick who let us sleep on her floor for the two weeks we were there.

Halloween, we left Seattle and ripped off some dope dealer for $60 worth of shit right in his face, then we left town and made it to Portland the same night.  Last time we were there, I left some of my tattoo equiptment behind, so I picked that up and we hit the road.  We were all pretty fucked up, and I ended up crashing into a center divider and ripping my front tire to shreds.  Like I said, we were really drunk, so we didn't think to bring the busted tire (with the $150 wheel attached) and spent the rest of the night driving throughout Oregon stealing any wheels that looked like they'd fit.  We left 3 or 4 cars and trucks sitting on their axles in that rampage.  We made it to Eugene the next day (on a spare tire no less) and realized we weren't going to find another lincoln that would work, so on we went back to Portland (still on the spare) to find my busted wheel, which amazingly was STILL THERE.  We got a new tire put on the hub and hit the road.

We got back to SC on the second, and was that a hectic night!  We went down to camp to see Nikki (the one I gave the facial tattoos to) and some other hippie kids who tryed to give us some attitude, so Sam kicked them out (literally, kicked the fuckers).  We also ran into Matt and Josh, who we're gonna kick the shit out of now 'cause they wanted to steal my tattoo equiptment.  Needless to say, they went into hiding and have now left town (without Nikki!)

The next night (Saturday), we decided to go for a drive in Chris' (the guy with the boat) new van.  We went for a drive and drank, went to a show and drank, kept driving and drank, and went to a taqueria so Sam could get a burrito, which nearly turned into a brawl.  Sam (drunk as piss) apparently tried to get some food, but they were closed so Sam decided to start talking shit to them and beating on the door. They came out after Sam, and ended up calling the cops on us. The minute we drove into old camp, they pulled us over.  Sam and Chris spent the night at the drunk tank, and I somehow got off without a hitch.  They could have easily busted me for; DUI, open container, possession of a deadly weapon (I had a police issue baton sitting next to my seat), driving a stolen vehicle (the registration was NOT under Chris' name) and driving with illegal plates (the one's off my lincoln). Crazy night.

Oh, also, Sam has a girlfriend now.  Her name's Raven and she's about two feet taller than him and is 16.  Crazy shit.

I'm tired of typing, get in touch and we'll figure out where and when to meet up,

Later days,

Taylor/Pigpen