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.