jackassworld

While paused at the train trestle to watch a naturally occurring Lost Boy, a/k/a gutterpunk, pick out a Norwegian-themed song of his own creation on an old acoustic guitar, Loomis Fall disappeared from our pack only to reappear on top of the trestle in true vampiric fashion. However, while he did make a very conscious effort to make sure his smokes were in a secure pocket, Loomis’s iPod slipped out while he was hanging from the rung of a ladder. Down it plummeted, 45-feet or so to its watery demise below the trestle where we could still see it faintly glinting in the sunlight. Loomis was, understandably, quite devastated by the lost pod. Not only because he loves music like none other I know, but he now no longer had the comfort of subtly tuning out Ehren in the van.

(photo by Sean Cliver; Santa Cruz, CA; 2008)