Hash 726 started off at the Creepy Place once again. Puff was haring with Dung Fu Grip (Resident Back Check Bitch). We knew that religion would be at their house, but beer check would not. With Puff setting trail, Thmp Thmp took over as Hash Flash but was willing to put in the absolute minimal effort. This meant hanging the camera around his neck and pressing the button at random intervals. As a result we have a series of pictures at that most flattering angle of looking up from bellybutton height.

We headed out south on Soquel Avenue where we found a series of checks and back checks with no particular relationship to one another. Somehow we sorted our way through that mess into several construction sites and almost down to Capitola Road. A back check sent us down an ally and into the Seabright neighborhood. We headed down toward Arroyo Gultch. I was trembling, for this is where I once met my most dangerous nemesis, a ferocious snake (or a twig connected to some fishing line caught on my shoe, depending on how you look at it). Luckily we all had our flashlights, except for Phyllis Driller who reports to have excellent night vision.
As we made our way down into the Harbor, the FRBs followed what I hear was a particularly diabolical YBF up into some shiggy. Maybe up a mountain? I don’t know. I’m not a fucking FRB. All I know is that all of us doing a comfortable pace found the little space in the fence that headed toward Oceanview park. We could hear echoes of “R U?” coming from Timmy in the Harbor bellow, but no matter how many time we said “On On,” he didn’t seem to hear us. It was his favorite part of the trail.
We went up through the park where Phyllis decided to peace out. I guess using all of that night vision was taxing on the body. She went on for dinner. The rest of us persevered back into the neighborhood to find beer check. All we knew was that it was definitely not at Puff’s house. Timmy caught up and bitched a lot.
      We found beer check, it was……..at Puff’s House. Or rather on the other side of Hugh’s Truck in Puff’s driveway. But we couldn’t be mad about the technicality because awaiting us at religion was a buffet of veggies, cheese, bread, and chocolate cheese cake. Yummy yummy cheese cake.

There were down downs. We sang some silly songs. It was Twat’s birthday. dBASED had returned from the 3rd world. We all got to sit in lawn chairs.

 
After religion some people headed over to 007 and ran into some familiar faces.

The stoners never made it out of the driveway.

On On,
Pink Cherry Licker