What wookies do in the woods.

I'll bet you all wondered about those hairy, nappy human-like creatures that seem to literally crawl outta the woods every year. Yes, I mean Wookies! Hippies, dreadies, wanna-be rasta's, bums - whatever you may call them, I'm-a tell you about one I got close to and how ugly that beast turned out to really be. By the way, tonight's drug of choice is Tylenol Cold PM and some beers. Very regrettably, I am not drinking my beloved Pabst Blue Ribbon beer because it has become too popular and my two favorite stores were out. I'm a lil' ill so I settled on Strohs. Pretty terrible tasting stuff.

Back to the story: My buddy of 5 years kinda fits into the wookie category in the fact that he had a big dreadlock jetting from his head like some long unpinched turd when I met him. He masks himself as a redneck now - but, much like you can't remove the trash from the trailer-park, you cannot, and I mean never, become not a wookie once you have lived in the woods for several years and eaten trash.

This weekend, I rode ma cycle up into the hills and scored a primo pay-camp spot (not my usual style, but...) on an over-booked labor day weekend. I knew my friend loved to fish the area and there were plenty of trails for his girl and I to hike so I invited them to come along. It was all excitement and grins at first - beers were drank - bowls were smoke - it was a regular hootenanny. Wookie went toward the river with fly rod in hand while his girl and I went off into the woods to get high. Nothing really out of the ordinary. I ran into my weird hill-jack friend Rev. Giddeon and filmed another rant of his. This time about recycling. The video is in limbo as it is held by an intermediary. When we returned to the river the wookie was just a raging douchebag screaming about how we just left him in the woods and how he climbed the mountain and heard it all. Heard everything. Being the generous fella I am I offered to smoke a bowl w/ him cause, it was his weed, you know. After that there was some ugliness about firewood, hired goons and who my boss is?!?!? I meditated my way through it.

Wookie and gal in tow went back down the hill in a drunken rampage. The gal and I have no bad blood. The wookie has grunted himself outta a friendship. '

Great weekend, huh?