I'd had never been to Texas and you'll have to pay me more than my last check X2 to bring me back. Slow moving humid butthole of this great Republic we chant USA, or also called America, Texas has it's own right and backwards way of thinking. My first year working X Games Austin, I've been asked a few times years passed and quickly put the offer down, this year the timing and money was just right. So the blast commenced. Imagine opening a storage container full of sexed up, speed up, muscle dummies with plenty of lube and giving them exspence accounts, hotels rooms, food, motorized vehicles, heavy machinery, paid for full bar dinner parties and radios with endless hours in the brain warping Texas heat and then eventually paying these creatures. Lord the BLAST WAS HOT! My self and two other creatures shared a room at one of those extended stay businesman Hotels near the airport, it was nice to say t he least but we spent most of our time drinking cold beer in the parking lot next to our company truck, sweating in the sun after a good 12 hour work day. The BIG DEALS were spread about the company, the thunderstorms and flash flooding didn't disappoint. Days later, dead bodies were found, TWO to be exactly on site. Helies came in flying sideways, as to look for pot operations when in fact, the search was for dead humans, Swept away on low roads, the same roads we traveled for work. The lonesomeness of Texas is the possibility of dying without a good story to tell. SAME AS ALWAYS. BIG DEAL. Some kid named "Joey" saw the bloated cursed fucker with eyes all over. " Drink a few tonight and wash away that memory Amigo, DRIVE IT IN!" His face was moved with eyes of death, ghosts in the TEXAN wash are hard to forget, probation for him had ended days before...his blast, all of a sudden turned Turbo.
The weather turned Hot and crucifixion, wet brain waste was the daily diet, heat swamp brain ruled the radio and no one had a plan, direction or a Superior became terms of a lost civilization or a lost language, echos bouncing off lost caverns of serious negotiation. "Contractual Obligation" were the sounds off lunch break arguments, "i eat my lunch in the truck because i like COLD BEER, and i don't think ESPN types would find my behavior acceptable, but ill compromise for the idea of avoiding a police escort......and by the fucking way, theres a reason i sit out here....I don't fucking like yous"
The heat, the lightning, the obstacle course of sheer and total dumbness was amusing but at the same time astounding. I've been surrounded by dangerous humans, so stupid ii pray at night they just drink the bleach, this encounter was perfectly on point. You have to figure in the time spent on site but on standby with creatures at the gills, with fury and provocation ready to invade any venue, country or crowd, bike rack ready to be bunked, site operations creatures...never hold on stand by. Comparable of the charging soldiers of WW1. "Copy...Traveling" The last words of a problem in helm. "We strike when the order is given...if you want to fuck about and waste the time of my company men, you'de better have keys and an unlocked fence....otherwise, i'll cut the lock open, the gate and rip the sign...our men are on stand by at all costs. GET YER SHIT TOGETHER, Radio MAN."
He tried to explain his lack of coordination, we drank water out of our truck cooler and had moments of tense silence. When I called it and said fuck this and pulled away he motioned for a chat.
"Fair. What is it now? Im the fucking delivery guy, some want to push as to say we are the set up guys, once again....no plan? NO HELP." Policy runs these situations and I must be one my way. No, fuck off."
Mark and I moved ass out the radio shithead land repeater site and gave a air conditioned FUCK YOU!"
The heat moved over our country asses as we were caught in a horrible nightmarish shitfuck contract orchestrated by the true faces of death, the pipers, the death angels on the top the tower holding heat against the will of workers, water couldn't put the flames out, the madness would never run out.
