The navigator’s date of birth and stuff...

Captain’s Log,

12-1-09

Today we started the first day of the epic journey to The West coast. We began late because it seamed that my i Telephone didn’t want to keep its charge all night. so i didn’t wake till 10:30 so we weren’t able to start our journey to the West Coast till 11:30.We left savannah and we spent most of the day in the woods of Georgia as we went from I - 16 to I - 40 where the gentleman’s agreement was struck. The agreement was struck because me and my navigator finalized the rules of “THE BROCK GAME”. We Stopped in West Memphis, Arkansas and went to Margarita the Mexican restaurant of my navigators choice... this restaurant SUCKED two thumbs down... we felt rushed and they didn’t give alan anything for free like they had promised us, and thus ended the fist day of our epic journey.

Photo by Jessi Gilbert

Thoughts From the back seat

brought to you by Jessi Gilbert

Ah, the age of 22. While most think this age is no milestone, it in fact opens up a whole new wold of opportunities. At 16, we dive, at 18, we smoke, at 19, we drink in Canada, and at 21 we drink in the states. What happens at 22 you ask? Fucking bitches and robbing banks. Yes, these activities become legal at the age of 22. So on this day, December 1st, we wish Alan a happy 22nd birthday, and good luck on all his future endeavors.

Alan’s imaginary play list:

So we were messing with alans i Pod Touch and we broke the screen. Alan was not able to have his music on the trip so he started his imaginary play list.

Alan’s imaginary play list:

Track 1 - A.M. 180

by Grandaddy