It's raining it's pouring the old man is snoring.....

***DISCLAIMER****
If you are sensitive to animals, and more importantly dead animals...
DO NOT LOOK AT THIS POST.
If you have a sense of humor and dont mind some deer's heads in boxes....
PLEASE BRAVE ON.
(God, now that that is out of the way for all the sissy's out there hahahaha)
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I took off.
(Wow. That kinda sounds suspenseful huh? ...."Took off? Where to? Off work? Left the state? The country?")

I left on Sunday afternoon to go spend the night with my Dad and my Mom. It was gonna be a good old fashioned Sunday with a big dinner and the 8 oclock football game. This week was Eagles vs Giants (I definitely just wrote and deleted 3 different teams names because I couldn't remember for the life of me who they actually played).
Seems simple.
Not completely.

First thing that stood in my way of leaving at 10am like I had planned.....
The rain. Well, that and 30 Rock.
Netflix seemed to be a brilliant idea at first. Now I am being stopped from leaving my house by tv shows and films like The Brother From Another Planet and 6 disc sets of Jacques Cousteau's Odyssey.

I didn't end up leaving til around 2pm I think.
Hustled through the rain and got to the bus to sit and wait.
As I was sitting and waiting (and BBM'ing.... considering I am now officially a Blackberry addict, and somehow, don't really hate myself for it haha) I look out the window.
Through the beads of rain on the glass, I could see a little Chinese man smoking a homemade bong.
He'd take a rip, clear it, blow the piece out, tear off a bit, and pack it back up in nearly a single motion.
Hitting it hard as hell and rapid (probably because he was standing on the sidewalk in public in broad daylight inhaling smoke from an old gatorade bottle).
He smoked until it was all gone.
I laughed and sorta half admired his audacity and "F' it" attitude.
Then, he got on the bus and took his seat.
At the front.
Behind the steering wheel.
He was the driver!!!
HAHAHAHA

I knew it was going to be an interesting one.
I played BrickBreaker for awhile, read an article in Fader about Animal Collective, and then passed out while listening to Grizzly Bear's Veckatimest.
Woke up a few minutes outside of Philly.
Joey was there in the blue pickup waiting for me at the station.
We made a quick stop to say hello to our dear friends on Route 322 at the Buy Star House then it was off to Salem County....the County of Dreams.
hahahaha
I should've gotten paid to make slogans for New Jersey counties.
Salem County..... where you can hang your overalls.
Salem County..... greener than a hippies pocket.
Salem County..... made Hank Williams Jr. and Hank Williams III get hard.
Salem County..... its the nice place right next to that shit hole place.
Salem County..... Need milk? Then go outside and yank something.
Salem County..... Holy Shit! Is that Willie Nelson?!
Salem County..... did I just hit a deer?
Salem County..... if you hit a tractor, you're fucked.
Salem County..... where the hell is that?

Yeah.
So onward and upward.
Joe got a call from my Dad and he told us to meet him at "The Mounty's".
The Mounty is my Dad's friend Kenny.
Kenny has what I guess is called a butcher/taxidermist's club house (??) that he works in.
When people shoot deer, they bring them to him, and (I think) he skins them, decapitates them, and makes different kinds of meat from them.
(I am probably way off on what he does and I do apologize.... In the event I am horribly wrong, to clarify it, I will do a small video interview with The Mounty and do a small tour/tutorial of what it is he does)
As usual, my Dad was eager to help me find the best photographs and angles.
I definitely know where I can shoot that new Cannibal Corpse music video that I have been scouting for so long. hahaha

Then we were all off to the house for dinner and the game.
After a great roast prepared by Momma dukes, we lounged with full bellies and watched the Eagles spank the Giants.
I slept with my jeans on (HA... what's new?!).
Woke up early and watched more Curb Your Enthusiasm.
Had a nice brunch but the food was kinda shit. I had a brick of mayonnaise with some florescent orange pasta. Sounded good when I said "I'll have the crab cakes."
After a battle with traffic, I was on the train, to the bus, to the train, to get back to Brooklyn.

Now I am here.
And here is where I shall stay for the evening.