Posts Tagged ‘Americorps’

2012-70: The Lobsterpot Goes to Hollywood, or Actually, A Little Piece of Me Did Die There

Wednesday, October 3rd, 2012

Those of you who have been around me long enough knows I am a fucking egotist willing to pull dick out for no particular reason spent a a couple years in the Americorps program. If you really want to hear about it, all you have to know that it was the shittiest, most stressful, amazingly awesome, time in my life which I would trade for nothing.  It’s where the lobsterpot idea first started. It where I meet some of the greatest friends I have, and actually learned how to be somewhat normal.

Anyone who has been on an Acorps team can tell you, that you end up in some crazed places. Planting trees in North Carolina and living in an old farm house that was 50 minutes from anything. Honestly. ‘Merica gets desolate and scary at times. So I was super stoked to see that this is finally getting a proper release:

 

It seems that the dude behind it, Bradley Sullivan, is based in Wisconsin. I gotta meet him. If only to swap Acorps stories. But I definitely want to talk to him about this flick. C’mon, horror flicks and national service together. I’m gonna watch the crap out of this.

For real, Bradley Sullivan, talk to me.

Lobster Pot Super Shot 1: The Southern Years

Tuesday, November 23rd, 2010

Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag.

There was the time we learned to makes things out stones and mortar.
The old dude, learning over, He was was part of the CCC. 40oz of respect.

That lady on the right, she’s in Haiti (well, she will be on Friday) saving lives. You’ll be at the mall.
This was in a town in Florida named after a planet, or after one of the Three Investigators.

And in this place fucking snakes would fall from the trees and sweat was a serious concern.
I remember reminding myself that I neeeded to take in at least 200oz of water daily.

Once, while in this part of the country I wrote a letter in a spiral to my some friends. I assume they never read it.
MFin Susan hasn’t written me a letter since we left.

I always felt like there was a lot of Marijuana growing all around. There we also  a lot of spiders and cliffs.

Super Spanish Speaking Zone
It wasn’t at this laundromat, but there is a Galaga machinein Jamestown, Tennessee
that I was mayoring 500 years before ForSquares.