Day 1

So my buddy and Mike are delayed, sitting on the air plane. Captain says "We will take off in 15 minutes" "We are now approved for takeoff" Plane curiously returns to the terminal and the captain says.. "This trip will put me over my hours, hopefully we can find you a new crew soon". WTF??

2.5 hours later. Off we go.


Cold red stripe in the car on the way to Negril. Stop at a few places for some stripes and some subs.


Head to drifters bar for the show. Met up with PGW, and Uncle Effin Johnny! And this is where it all goes down hill for the next 5 days

I can say with absolute certainty. I have ZERO recollection of what happened next? This is one of those moments where it was less than a damn week and the only thing I know for absolutely sure, is that we went to the pelican bar yesterday.

Dont think I ate ganja cake that day?

Maybe bourbon beach? Ah, yes. I think we went there. And I know we were at Tony's hut at some point.