In the slightly breezy summer of 2010 two young boys by the names of Strong Steven and The Kool Erik 127 embarked on a hazed out trip across America. The two managed to rustle up a couple bus tickets and with a little preparation they left home for 2 months.
Travel planning and preparation had begun. The two met in the early morning every day, often starting it at a waterfall overlooking False Creek. They smoked as the sun rose till it was time to get to work. Multiple books, t-shirts and other items that would aid them during their travels were soon amassed. The only step left was to send the mysterious package and wait for its arrival. Only time would tell if the parcel would reach its destination, Seattle.
Arriving in Seattle late, T Bone would be the first of many new friends the boys would meet. Scrawling’s of local misfits adorned the walls surrounding the station’s parking lot. A disguised vehicle showed up and they had finally met T Bone. The three got to know each other in the early hours of the morning over greasy cheeseburgers. Bed at last. Upon awakening, Erik and Steve met T Bone’s son for the first time. He was fascinated with toy trains and had a fantastic imagination. “Thomas” would be involved with early morning rises along with take offs and landings in his imaginary bedroom airplane. The weekend had come and T Bone took the boys to meet Myth. He told many enjoyable stories about past trips to Vancouver, sprays and also shed light on an alternative group of people called Juggalos. Filling 2 baskets with American Accents was preparation to spray for the first time on US soil. They emptied the baskets on a particularly hot day one can at a time under an old bridge deep in the forest.
Steven’s birthday fell on another seemingly sweaty day. Bartering a smoke for used ticket stubs quickly got them into a show at a local venue. The boys had met yet another new friend. This friend happened to be a pretty girl with an armful of tall cans purchased from a near by gas station. Erik left the gas station with a surprise too, multiple 4 Lokos stuffed down his pants. The two woke up fully clothed, shoes on holding each other on the floor of her bedroom. The same morning the boys received good news. Their package had arrived. Sarah accompanied the boys to the post office, she watched as they giggled mischievously while walking away from the desk with the giant box filled with suspicious goods. With many items to trade and sell on their travels the boys were now ready to leave. They thanked all of their new friends for welcoming them into their city and left packages for each of them. Portland bound, the boys were now traveling heavy.
Erik stumbled off the bus. His breath smelled of Watermelon hairspray, aka Loko. It was as hot and stopping for breaks every block continued for what, to the boys seemed like hours, until help arrived. Charlie! Erik smiled when the two hugged. It seemed that too much time had passed since they last saw each other. His parent’s vacation home would be a perfect base for the next week. Trackside walks along the water, a rope swing under a bridge and some of the best burritos America had to offer was a warm welcome for the Canadian adventure seekers. The days and nights ahead held plans filled with fun times, sprays and other random happenings. Humming reefers lay still on the tracks. The two had not seen this type of car in person before, as their cold steel bodies rarely reach Canadian tracks. The two looked at graffiti from times past covering the white steel panels, the most exciting being from Zephyr. The group of 4 found an ideal panel and quickly planned their pieces. Not long after filling their outlines they herd a rumble in the bushes, next a voice. “Steve, Chad!” “Ima gator!” “Ima gonna getcha!” “Chomp, chomp, chomp.” They lay quietly on the ground, underneath the train. Waiting. The bush gator had disappeared and they quickly finished what they’d started. Soon the refrigerated car would leave and travel to unknown locations for times to come. The next day the boys found a new destination. It sat nestled in overgrown trees along the water in Portland City. A rotten staircase traversed down to an abandoned marina floating on the river. The three sat with their feet in the water, watching canoe enthusiasts slowly but surly paddle upstream. They exchanged hellos and then left “hello’s” of their own. A particularly wonderful day indeed, they thought. Sitting submerged in the river on a sand key under a rusted bridge the next day marked the end of their time in Portland. The boys exchanged stories with new friends and swam as lines of heavy steal rolled overtop of them.
Times were about to change as the boys continued further south to California. New friends, adventures and trouble surly lay ahead for the two.
Oakland – Two friends mark their arrival underneath the “welcoming” arms of the witch of the water on a secret island in California.
New York – Lonely “Red Birds” sit amongst their silver relatives
New York – Time is lost, there is no beginning or end to reality. No information known.
Rest it as lay, an abandoned marina in Portland provides a new service. The boys enjoy an afternoon in the sunshine at a location that time had forgotten.