It’s Cinco de Mayo. The night before I fly out to APP. The night before I fly out to Vegas!

I’m two tequila pink thing’s in, and my mind is swirling with the events that are sitting in front of me for the next 24 hours. I am a huge fan of Vegas, I’ve never been to APP, and I’m sitting on the subway towards the Bronx where I’m going to hang out with a girl that I’ve just recently met.

I only foresee the remainder of my week being awesome.

High on Fire is blasting in my headphones.

I haven’t planned or even begun to pack for my flight that leaves in less than 20 hours. I plan on finishing my evening in the Bronx and hopefully get everything I need to have done for the trip tomorrow morning. This is going to be a close one.

I need to pack, gather all my camera equipment, prepare for APP, ride my motorcycle to the garage in Brooklyn, shimme a shower in there somewhere (for the person sitting next to me on the planes sake), and then haul ass to Jersey to make my flight.

Man, I have to take a piss to bad right now... fuck.

Up until a few days ago, I had plans to stay in the city and not attend APP. I didn’t really have the money (still don’t), and decided food was a better option.

Then I receive an email from my friend Stephan from Germany saying that he was going to be at APP and I needed to get my lazy ass out there to meet him. Bastard.

I found a roundtrip ticket for just under $250, and pleaded with a friend of mine to let me stay in his condo out there for free. He’s awesome, and there was alcohol involved, so it worked =)