MY HISTORY - #7 Probably, emphasis on probably, one of the craziest things Ive been a part of, inceptually, and actively, was me and Jeff ( RIP) and some others, I cant remember who, were barbequeing on his dads ranch property off of tierra Rejada in Thousand Oaks/Moorpark, and in the middle of the cooking session, we decided we needed to be on top of the hill instead. It had to be done.. So we load the, still cooking, bbq up my Toyota 4x4 80s truck, dont ask me how, and we drove everyone, tailgating, Jeff still in the back of the truck still flipping venison, up a 35degree steep hill, up to the hilltop. Yes, chad got burnt, hot coal right in the inner thigh, ouch. So there we settled for beans and fine dinning slab, around a fire (whats a homebrew ensemble without a fire eh?) and kept warm with stupidity stories and longings for the cosmos. Its sad, as Ive said before, when a friend dies, and takes stories only he could tell with him. Miss you Jeff. No one will ever take your place.
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 19:53:23 +0000