Kentucky

The line between Kentucky and Memphis is nothing but a parallel. It’s the difference between Montana and Canada. But on highway 51, there is a bridge that goes over a backroad making the trip more dramatic.

And thus begins the second annual pissing off the bridge contest.

This followed the second annual Moshing Across State Lines. The fun part come when a car comes from behind you. When a car comes toward you they can see you and you run a good chance of breaking decency laws. But how often to you go under a bridge and then look behind you.

Last year Nick celebrated an unintentionally punk rock moment as he peed and a Limousine. This year I got the bed of a pickup truck.
Parish Hill Farm

I never really knew anyone famous. In third grade, I sat next to a girl named Melissa Smith, whose father invented the Slap Wrap (by they way, do you have your original slap wrap? Check the label for the insignia: Main Street Toy Company, Simsbury, CT)

The Roaches are my favorite famous family because I can say I knew them before. While at a summer camp for writing nerds, I made friends with a girl I knew only as "Miss Kentucky" She was crazy about UK (that’s a university), and was very proud of her parents who owned a Derby horse breeding farm.

The next year their horse won the Kentucky derby, and although I was too vegan to congratulate them at the time, we’ve stayed friends.

I’ve visited her farm five separate times, and each time I’ve stayed with her family. Only once has she been there.