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·Travelogue #37 (Its high time to start writing again, to get out the mental dialogue into something more tangible. Stories are fictionalizing in proportion to the truth like a soup--does it need more false-salt, or is it past the point of no-return, and should I just throw it in down the...

Travelogue #38 "It's Pronounced 'New Ark'" After escaping a punk house infested with young alcoholics, Newark, Delaware was looking better in the rearview mirror. The inverse proportion of "the further, the better" (our well-being) that only travellers and criminals have in common. Sharmini...

Travelogue #39 A Quick One fo--err, from the Road En route to Fredericksburg, VA via I-95 southbound ME: "How much money did you make street-fighting?" DOUG: "Oh, you could make two-hundred, three-hundred for whoopin' some ass." He laughed. "I got rolled around in some glass a few times."...

Travelogue #40 How We Change "There" to "Here", and "Here" to "There" with Time-and-Distance Ingredients With the loud highway roar and the quickly fading memories of a place embraced fading to sarcasm and nostalgia, why, we stand on the side of the road with thumbs pointed skyward. The...

Travelogue #41 - I want to play spontaneous semen checkers with your gingham dress. King me. Outsmarting is Not Necessarily Rewarded April Fool's Day in Reno, Nevada. A group of desperate, tired men are sitting in an emergency shelter because of the freezing temperatures. The movie Speed is...

·Travelogue #42 - "Fuck you, too?" Fuck you to the power of three, as well. TERRORIST!!!!!! "Spare some change for a terrorist?" said Nick, dressed in a towel around his face, bandit-style. He was sitting indian-style. I was sitting beside him, viewing the Key West night along Duval Street...

Travelogue #43 (Coldcuts sing out!) An Excerpt from the Greaseball Asphalt Gypsies Traveling can put your mind into the state of surreality. In one instance, you can find your hands lubricated with diesel and beige dirt while a 9 year-old operates a steamroller. The 9 year-old has a 20...

Travelogue #44 - Roly-poly holies are a challenge to the foley artist When the racist dropped me outside of Live Oak, Florida, en route to Portland, Oregon--3,000 miles, folks---it was 40 degrees of Fahrenheit at 6pm. Dark came soon after. It was January, 2010. This must be one of God's...

·Travelogue #45--when the going gets tough, you've cooked it too long It took several attempts at sheer poverty until my wallet was absolutely extinguished. New Orleans scared me, Austin was too yuppy, Minneapolis too homoerotic. Economic desperation seized me—no safety net! Where the fuck...

So, I used to keep this blog on Myspace, bunch of stories, travelogues, and shit... Of course, Myspace is dead and with it, I managed to save said blog. Considering its mostly travel-oriented, I figured, "Why not post it on Squat the Planet?" Here ya go. Travelogue #46 - Non-sequitors are...

We recorded it at UGA's visitor's parking lot. Musical saw, slide guitar, and a robot costume. www.facebook.com/EastCackalacky

Burlington, NC. Send some comments, bitches.

The Cack will suck for money. Book us: [email protected]

My fiancé has been putting together a weird guide/misadventure from our current rubber tramping experience. Check it.

Hey all, Love these forums so figured I'd stop lurking and start postin'. Me and my fiancé are in the band The East Cackalacky Ascetic Marching Death Band. We started out hitchhiking and busking, graduated to an Astrovan (The BumbleBeast!!!) and busking across the country. We've been on 3...