The Minor Setback before the Major Comeback.
After I stopped sleeping properly, I had the feeling something was going down. Information trapped in my head, or at least, I hypothesized, similar to one of the racing scenes from Tron, interfaces behold little motorcycles carrying information along at a blazing pace, all through out my mind for hours. Between pondering my solo return to Europe in something like 10 days (OH MY GOD!), wondering where to go and what to do when I land in Geneva (I need to change my plane ticket and rent a car, sHIT!), what the hell happened to my friends (Joe Kinder and Isaac CAldiero being foreign cities, are MIA form America), and the complete and utter lack of female contact in the desperate desert of modern cultural here in the Ozark Hills. I don’t stress about the climbing, as that is quasi-therapeutic, or the Dose we are filming for Dosage 5 we have just made, which made me feel productive, and the slow ponderings of my heinous boulder projects here in Arkansas are no match for the chaos and down-syndromed feeling of preempting thoughts by weeks. Ironically, I know I’m not going crazy, as this is pretty damn normal to me, the thinking and precognition are my bane, but as I have crossed so many thoughts through my head at once in the past week or two, I feel like I should take step towards filing some solutions away; I need sleep, I need to send. The first and easiest thing to do on the list is this Blog. JYEAHHHH!!!

I am typin-tough down here in the dirty-dirty and I am rollin’ deep with my homies Brett Lowell, Chad Greedy, Tyrie Landman, Jeff Landman, and Cooper Roberts. We have four pet dogs named: Winnie, Pez, Chili, Foxy, Thor, and Young Thor. I am not really sure what type of reclusion blog-wise I have been involved with in the last months, but it’s been extensive. I have been climbing all over North America for a good bit now, since the last blog I have done a nice little journey starting at Salt Lake City then to Calgary to Salt lake City to Boulder to the Red River Gorge to Cincinnati to Boulder to Rifle to Boulder to Las Vegas to Portland to Las Vegas to San Diego to St. George to Salt Lake to St. George to Salt Lake to Boulder to Arkansas to Boulder to Salt Lake to Boulder to Arkansas, and now I’m about to make my way back to Boulder, then drive AGAIN  to Salt Lake City, then fly to Geneva, and I’m keeping the rest a secret. HA.

I will go climbing perhaps in the magnificent forest of Fontainebleau or the beautiful Switzerland, as I have rediscovered and rekindled my bouldering flame. A couple things I did recently which I was really proud include climbing Midnight Express, then actually climbing in a comp, even though I fell like a punt, I was inspired by an amazing gym-surge with Joe Kinder at the Momentum Gym. I improved by number grades, I think I grew 6 inches, and I weigh like 160 pounds more now. Yeah. Crazy right. Training is sick, I have discovered, and I will probably quit rock climbing from now on and go try and meet girls at the gym and run laps on shit I’ve got dialed-in, Yeah.

On a side note, I thought the route thing would never get old, but it did! That’s crazy to me, as I felt like I had joined some church and saw some light but NO. I have seen yet another light, and this one have got a whole different feel. I have been having a blast searching out the hidden gems here in bluff line country and it is by far one of the most addicting situations to be in ever. I always feel it’s around the next corner; the amazing-super-project-of-my-dreams is going to be right in front of me, its like diggin for dinosaur bones. Super fun. I think of buying property here sometimes…

Well, till two weeks ya’ll, I will be in touch, and the next blog will have some new exciting things in it like lyrics form Lil Keke songs, entire verses of Botany Boyz tracks, and a couple hook type sayings like ALL READY, just to spice things up, and get a little less conservative…