I'm not the most
honest person in the world as much as I try to
be. If there's a bank error in my favor, they can go
fuck themselves. If I find something of value on the
street with no one around - it makes up for all the
shit I've lost and I have no prolem taking it. However
there is one thing I have never, and will never do:
litter. And it's not even that I'm a neat freak and
that everything has it's place (as I look at CeBe
layin on my bath towel on my floor)... it's just rude.
It's arrogant, lazy and a window into your integrity.
I know that sounds extreme - but there's somethng
about it thatI clearly have an
issue with. Which brings us to Journey
Mountain has become so littered with broken beer bottles
I knew it was a matter of time before CeBe really
cut herself. There are trash cans at the bottom, but
obviously no one can be expected to climb to the top
where I shit you not, it's covered. Tiny shards of glass
everywhere. It was to the point where it would take a
team of people months to actually clean it, and it was
just never gonna happen.
I sat with that
for awhle. And one night as I was about to fall
asleep (I swear some of my best ideas are right
as I'm drifting off because my mind relaxes)
I thought of the Up & Adam
in their right mind would expect one guy
to do this "open". Add in the fact that
he's already writing, acting all 5 parts,
producing, and editing the weekly Egos
show and this would have to be finished
DURING that time. It's something a
team of people do and it costs thousands
upon thousands and takes quite awhile.
I didn't use that excuse for Up
& Adam, or The Journey as a
whole? How could I possibly use that
excuse for Journey Mountain? It's another
impossible task that no one would expect
to be done by one person.
So I got to
Yesterday CeBe and I
were on the road by 9AM to start what has to be
considered one of the more naive things I've ever
attempted. I just couldn't stop thikning of the
mountain being symbolic for the entire Journey and how
when you look at it that way it seems completely feasible
to pick up millions of tiny pieces of glass, one by one,
ad infinitum until it was clean.
If your computer
can handle it (meaning it doesn't stutter once it's
loaded) click the "HD" button...
Three hours later,
in the baking sun, I have to admit - I was a bit
daunted by what a physical feat this actually is. The
problem lies in what you do once you've actually
filled a bag with shards of glass (which takes quite
awhile). It weighs roughly 20 pounds and has shards of
broken glass sticking out the sides. Ahem:
Damn. I left one bag behind and spent
the following hour filling the 2nd and
realized I had to take both bags down
the entire mountain if I was to
continue. I proceeded to hold both bags up
to my side, trying desperatly to keep them
from touching my legs... and WALK
down this thing. Laughably strenuous. Talk
about a workout. My shoulders hurt so bad
right now I can barely type this
shit. But 2 bags down, I continued
all the way back up that fucker almost
"out-of-body" wondering what the hell I
of course right by my side and I have to
say, by the 3rd bag I made a noticeable dent.
People were walking past me actually thanking
me for doing it. That was dubfounding to me.
I was still in "Adam & The
Egos" mode where you pulll off weekly
miracles to absolute silence from the bosses.
So this is what appreciation feels
like. I could get used to this.
- I'm pretty sure that's a black widow.
Right? Like, it is isn't it. I... I'm
stupid as hell for touching it and getting
this close. Looks pretty good for a video
still though. Technology makes me hard.
Seriously, viagra - schmiagra. Moore's law
will keep me going until I'm 80.
head> Nerdiest. Sentence.
Alas, 60 pounds of
glass was my limit as my legs were starting to give
out and a 4th hour just seemed too dangerous. Right
Adam, like the black widow and bloody legs didn't make
that abundantly clear. I'll be back next weekend and
I bet by early summer I'll be done. I also
really believe that litter begets more litter and that
even the assholes who litter tend to think twice when
it's a clean space. Time will tell.
God I just
adore this place. I'm not exagerrating when I say
that if not for the ability to be 20 minutes from this
I don't know if I'd still be in LA. It's as peaceful a
place as I've ever known... and soon it will be litter
PS - wow,
I began and ended this month here.