July 7, 2005 the funnest little f%^&r went down para gliding. Obviously most of the story is false, with the exception of me and the boys getting crushed on escalante and Jared losing not only his shit but chunders bivy in Cali--oh and Vail being gay.
Don't know how many times I thought Max was gonna get us killed in a bar or doing something else dumb.
One of my favorite stories about Sully was when we were hanging in Boulder where he was living when he started his website "Go Back To the Front Range". We went to this bar to watch a bunch of girls jello wrestle. He moaned and bitched that he had to pay 10 bucks, lol. We get into the bar and it was packed, with a couch right in front of the tub. Before we enter the bar I tell him I will not help him this time if he causes any trouble, "you're on your own" After he smiles, I say I'm serious. He walks over to these two guys on the couch and tells them that these two chics at the bar want to meet them. They look over at the girls and they wave to us and the guys get up to go over there and Sully sits down. I'm like here we go, little f^*&(*r. The guys come back kinda pissed and tell us to get out of their seat. Sully's like sorry man you guys got up. Some how, which is almost every time we go out, he gets these folks fired up and I think he's gonna get stomped and he ends up drinking and joking the night away with the people. He was always the life of the party and a rowdy little f&*)(r.
Glad he lived as long as he did.