1st Annual Psycho Summit

Robley and I were both in Denver at the same time so we decided to hold the 1st annual (though probably not annual) Psycho Summit. Locations were never thought of. Drinking began at 3 PM.

We were drunkenly driven around Denver by a friend of Robley's who I nicknamed Tara because she looked like a girl I knew named Tara. She didn't like that, but oh well. Shit happens and I was wasted.


Highlights List (From What I Remember)

*Calling all of Robley's friends by the wrong names because I thought it was funny.
*Pussy while you park.
*Me repeatedly lighting my gloves on fire on purpose, while wearing them in the bar. And being told to quit lighting my gloves on fire.
* Robley got a terrible case of "Mustard Boot".
* Robley going outside to hit on our waitress and realizing she was in the middle of breaking up with someone over the phone.
* Ending up at The Rock Bar Hotel after searching for a deluxe hot tub hotel. See above photo of sketchy building in sketchy part of town.
* Kirk Hammett trying to steal Jerry Garcia's wallet.


This was the bed I woke up in. It was made of blood stains and what I assume were dead bodies.
Robley's bed had some stains, but they didn't look like real blood. Maybe red wine.

I think it was just like the guy who gets a little piss on his pants and then puts a bunch of water on it, to make it look like he didn't piss his pants. I think they put fake blood on the beds to make it look like it wasn't real blood on most of them. We got some weed delivered and like true champions passed the fuck out at 3 am, after 12 hours of drinking, watching Predator 2.


The next morning we had a fun, hungover, 3 mile walk at 9 AM to downtown Denver. We must have been quite a sight. Whenever you see two sketchy dudes walking that early in the morning it's because wherever they woke up was the wrong place. This was definitely the case for us.

Next year we'll hold another one, only not in Denver, because it sucks. Hopefully all the rest of you fools can make it.