What happened after that? $h*t. I sold my car to the damn circus, for 500 euro, and which they painted red or, something crazy and put clown stickers on it. Sentimentally difficult, but that’s life. International flights, next thing I knew I was in Utah... My first words were like… here we go! I ate Thai food with my bros, and the next thing I knew again, I was at the good ol’ Outdoor Retail Show, where it was nice to see all the guys from Prana, and Five Ten and Petzl America, and old friends from our climbing universe. Right this second, I am in Calgary, and soon I'm going to Boulder. Yesterday I did some heinous climb called Existence Mundane in Acepahle. Its dope. tomorrow I want to do some heinous climb called Bunda de Fora, also dope.

Life is good I would have to say, even though I am a full fledged gypsy at this point, would love to visit my family, and probably should settle down a moment, stop climbing so much and chill the fuc% out. But this is now out of the question due to the massive well of motivation I have tapped into, I feel myself getting really psyched to get way stronger, train my ass off, and get better, and climb hard shit, and yeah, the open road. 

Next up in life — SLC for two day, RMNP STAT, climbing with thug-overlord Ty Landman master of the british one foot up power deadpoint, and art director and gay fashion designer The Chad. After this looks like some Kentucky souf side livin', Petzl gangster party ROCTRIP RRG, Maine life, then SOCAL, St. George projects at the black and tan, the FORTRESS, where me and Joe shall do something hopefully, then who knows? We shall see ...