The last thing I remember was “JTTS’s esteemed CEO” Treez, throwing every piece of patio furniture into a random pool. I was pre-black out doing cannonballs when I noticed a small blurry figure of a security guard running towards us. I poorly hopped a fence, landed on my knee and took off through the woods. 2 grown-ass men acting like children.
We had just arrived in Asheville North Carolina hours before. A city with an affluent music scene, sad dogs who looked like their owners, plenty of bars and not much to do.
We tried to hit up The Orange Peel club for a 16+ party only to be denied. Outside a lonely 16-year-old girl stood whose ride left her in the cold. Treez stuck up “conversation” with her and we all quickly realized it was time to bounce. Earlier/later a fat chick tried to seduce/befriend us drinking a PBR between her milky white boobs:
And we also paraded around town claiming to be a local punk band named Sex Knuckle. We hit a metal show:
And a goth night:
And then the next morning snuck on to the property of the Biltmore Estate, a lavish Bruce Wayne lookin home in the Asheville mountains.
They had a bar. Things were good:
We saw a bear casually jogging down the street:
And then the last day we indulged in typical white people activities; kayaking, white water rafting, ziplining etc.The highlight of the last night was watching this fat boy get arrested for streaking the field of the Gastonia Grizzlies game:
And we listened to rap. All in all a good trip…….On&On’s poast was better.