Trapped in a Maize

fucking corn.














its in all of our foods and its the only thing we saw for hundreds of miles. We didnt take any photos because it would be too corn-ographic. *we have tons of corn puns written down somewhere.

trapped in a maize
jesus is risen and she sports a beer gut at the worlds largest truck stop which is right near ronald reagans childhood home. Just say no to corn. Sorry Ronnie


It really started to drive us up the wall, endless endless monoculture, cornfields, farmhouses, cows... repeat until insane.
The radio stations were innundated with horrible country music and christian rock, most notably songs like, "she's sporting a beer gut" and "its a business doing pleasure with you"
Jesus was there all over the radio, overpowering the cosmic backround radiation. I had the feeling that he was amongst the corngregation of floral worshippers. What happened the the maize gods ? I think these people still beleive in them.
I was so damn illannoyed that i just said no-braska.

eventually our sapceship dubbed "Barry Vanallo" cruised into the outskirts of Denver Colorado, a suburb called Aurora
We pulled up to the home of our first couch surfing host, Steve. He met us outside after a few text messages asking if we were down for some drinking games and some "we are on your street, and lost" phone calls. They were having a party when we showed up with our overpriced Milwaukees best ready for anything. Everybody there was really cool and many interesting conversations floated around mingling with the cigarette smoke and eventually sticking to the floor amongst the spilt beer. Once we got settled and i had a few in me we played a round of stump with the locals. Everybody who played seem to really like this strange, barbaric drinking game from the northeast. The next morning we cleaned up, made some lunch, explored the city then said our goodbyes to our awesome hosts.


Wyoming is fucking beautiful i don't care what anybody says. It does exist, just like nantucket. The open prairies are amazing and they eventually become foothills to mountains with unbeleivable rock formations. I will publish a small post soon entitled.... Alex says the darndest things, in Wyoming

Eventually we passed out of the mountains and into the promised land, where christ spent his time amongst the native americans, hail the prophet joseph smith we have arrived !