Hares: Tina Eat the Piss and Cumbag Shitpants
Hounds: Dipstick, Dipshit (for a second), BP, Power Bottom Redding, Sinnabar, Poopy the Fruitdick Slayer, Anything Goes, nn Chris, nnKim,
Hash started from the Tropics on north Broadway where the chollos fry chicharrones and mingle with the railyard meth heads. The hares took the hounds under not just a scenic bridge, but two to a familiar site from last year's May 4th debacle. Here, the hounds guzzled cans of margarita flavored ale, right before being raped in a shack. It was here that BP stumbled upon her new coolest friend ever who like totally plays bass in a local reggae band-Jose. You could say that Jose became the windtalker for this trail as he showed the hounds where the trail actually lead, instead of aimlessly through a boneyard and some people stripping wire out of a building (This is true, it was on the news, there were totally some people who were busted stealing scrap from a building south of the rape shack on Sunday)
The trail took off towards the Nomar Market place where the hounds were provided opportunities for tortas de lengua y barbacoa as well as pairs of lyvis and air gordans. The pack passed a newsworthy mural that was recently defaced and gained nationwide coverage-NBA was that you?
The pack continued to weave through the barrio getting teardrop tattoos and even participated in spray-painted the hood of a random person's car. The Beer Near! was located in a wooded area where Cumbag found...himself as a small child. Evidence of a transgender dog cage party and a Game of Thrones scene were found on this bad ass trail.
The hounds ran through some parks, an antennae field, a bowling alley-turned Mexican flea market, a Dia de Los Muertos mural and through some trashy fields and streets-oh sorry that was Cumbag's childhood home. Yes that explains the Star Trek graffiti on the fence.
ONIN was at the Tropics where the hounds bitched and moaned about the +100 degree temperatures that day, needless to say the eventually stopped bitching.