Moving to Gnar-tinez

Well friends, it finally happened, and its about damn time too... I finally moved out of my parents house.  I love my parents and all, but at 25, it was that time.  My buddy Shawn, his girlfriend Leah and I found a cozy little house on a sketchy little street in Martinez and moved right in.

Goodbye old room

I packed up my shit in my car and headed out. I don't have too much shit though so it was pretty easy

The Martinez was the destination

Pacheco is my new exit

Here's the new place. Good old number 52

This is the picture of our place that comes up if you look for it on Google maps.  The previous owners mistook the lawn for a driveway but its an easy mistake to make.  Coulda happened to anyone

No living room is complete without an autographed photo of Mike Locke.  This living room  is complete

Here's our dining room

I brought some wine and cheap vodka for our first night 

 These dudes were stoked for cheep vodka

The one on the right is Shawn and Leah's, the other one is mine

 This is my favorite part about my new room

And this is our new bathroom

 Our first fridge resident

I discovered that our place has a perfect spot for gargoyling

 "What's up with stuff?"

We took a walk to our new convenience store, which turns out to be very convenient

Its a 7-Eleven and its right next door to our house.  We can literally walk to it in the same amount of time it takes for us to walk out to our cars and start them up.  It makes for very easy beer grabbing

Don get peaceful in our new convenience store

We set up a couple TVs with some Nintendos and rocked out in the new place.  It feels like home already!

Southern California Living (The Final Chapter)

In the final installment of my adventure, the dudes and I explored more of what the LA scene had to offer.  We lost (and found) Mike's wallet and continued to Party in the USA...

We had a Dustin Lowenthal sighting! He met up with us and hung out with us all night! Its always a pleasure to see that guy

Alex was rocking Miley Cyrus again

Alex drove us around that night.  We packed 6 sweaty dudes into his Mustang. I don't know if you've ever tried that, but it's not comfortable

  We picked up Kevin's friend Chase.  He was a little bummed when he realized that he had to lie across a bunch of dudes' laps in the back seat

Mike was loving the hot dude on top of dude action

Mike got some help Dukes of Hazzarding out of the back seat

And then he accidentally kicked his wallet into the storm drain

 "Maybe you can get to it through here." You should have seen all the spiders crawl away when Alex popped the cover off this gutter

"Fuck, I have to go down there?"

Yep, go get it big daddy.

Mike tried to keep the gross off of him with blankets socks and other assorted pieces of fabric

In the end though, he opted to go with the sock hand protectors and ditch the blanket

There were a lot more nastiness and spiders in there than this picture would lead you to believe.  Go get it Mike

"Ewwwwww!!!!"

He handed the prize off to Alex and climbed out of the spider dungeon

"There she is boys; a thing of beauty"

After all that excitement, we put the cover back on the gutter so no one would fall in

We met this cool dude on our way to the bar.  The Gold Room was where the party was

 At the bar we found some skeletons and partied with them

"Hold on, let myself get in there"

And so he did.  Thee skeletons were apparently a band.  They called themselves either Lola Lashky or Lola Latchkey.  I didn't really hear what they said, nor did I care.  Note the zippers in their crotches.  They straight up told us that they were for "business."

Dustin got a free tweak torch from one of those free cigarette giveaway guys.  He was stoked

We also got some free tacos, which were awesome because they were free.  Super baller Big Daddy Mike (the Serpent) Locke, however, opted for a rather pricey hot dog

After the Gold Room, we went to a bar across the street from Kevin's house and Mike bought us all beers. 

That wily son-of-a-bitch bought me an O'doul's and made me drink it before he bought me a real beer

Mike was the last man drinking at the bar 20 minutes after it closed, and let me assure you, he was far from sober 

"Get that camera out of my face paparazzo"

The next night we ended the trip on a high note...

With Roscoe's House of Chicken and Waffles!

 I just went with the regular fried chicken and waffles.  It was delicious as always.

Mike got a full chicken slathered in gravy with grits and a side of mac and cheese.  Life truly is a beach if you're Mike "Big Daddy" Locke.