Do you want to be poor and disliked? Start a snowboard biz! (part 2 of 3)
Part one of this tall tale found our hero rich and loved after learning then beating the game of blackjack. Catch up on part one HERE before following him on his adventure…
After 9 days of Vegas debauchery, I left Ray the last day to break down the booth and I hopped on a first class seat to ISPO in Munich with around $8000 still left over, blowing out my wallet and my back.
I meet my other business partner, Lance and our photographer Jesse Brown in Munich. We set up the Bluebird and the Illuminati Snowboards booth. This trade show is uneventful mostly because there is zero gambling going on. Anyway after that boring ass shit is over, I decide I’m gonna go visit my homeys in Prague. So I invite Lance and Jesse to hop on a train and see what kind of trouble we can get into. We grab our obscene amount of luggage and barely make the last train out.
We arrive at the Prague train station greeted by an entourage. Marek, Mikey, David, Joel and some ladies. We take Lance and Jesse on full unrated tour of Prague. Sending it right into the morning hours. By this point, we are fucking partied out. But we are young and our livers have yet to develop Liver AIDS. We hang out in the city and cruise for a few days. Then we head up to a local resort outside of Prague called Spindle.
This is where our luck runs out.
We shred for a bit but the snow is kinda dog shit so Joel and David kidnap Lance and take him to the pub to torture him with shots of Absinthe and gallons of the worlds best beer. The rest of us get lost in the woods and have to hike back to the resort.
We roll into the pub to find Lance on top of the table, dancing around and doing Borat impressions to an unimpressed full house of bitter Czechs. We join them for 5 minutes before we get kicked out.
We head back to our hotel to ditch our shred gear and snap some gackers of pure high octane E. Then we head out for the night. By the time we sit down at the first pub, shit already starts going downhill. After we murder a few bottles of legit Absinthe, my smart ass friend Marek starts lighting joints and sticking them in my mouth. I assume it’s cool. It’s Czech. But we aren’t in the city anymore and I realize shit ain’t cool when a massive meat head fuck bouncer comes over to choke me out with one of his gorilla hands and removes the joint out of my mouth with his other and throws it in a near by planter. Mareks proceeds to retrieve the joint and light it back up. Meanwhile some of my other friends are hitting on these two girls which we later come to find out are personal property of the bouncers.
Obviously, we get aggressively thrown out into the cold snowy night as we see a bouncer on a radio relaying the message to the rest of the pubs in the village.
We are marked.