We encourage people to sing about the hobo soul. Thanks John, you’re the first (outside of Jeff and I on a regular basis).

It’s true America! Thanks to Jacoby Ellsbury of the World Champion Boston Red Sox for stealing a base in Game 2 of this years World Series. Taco Bell promised to give everyone in America one free taco if that happened, so get out there today only from 2 to 5 at any Taco Bell!

Way to go Ellsbury!

2007 World Series Champions, the Boston Red Sox!

(Sox closer Jonathan Papelbon immediately after striking out the final batter of the 2007 World Series in Denver, CO)

Bring on the parade!

In an attempt to get our gauges working so we don’t run out of gas anymore or overheat, I crawled under our dashboard to see what we had to do to fix it.
Be prepared, these aren’t pretty.

Anyone know about wiring? We’ve got frayed wires, burned wires, chewed wires, tangled wires, mismatched colors, melted wires, rat chewed wires. Honestly, anyone know anything about wiring? We could use the help.

A good morning.

Get up early, to head to my brand new job.
On the way, I turn a corner and see this:

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You tell me.

From the thumbnail, it is Vern. Click to enlarge.

One year ago, I had no idea (really) what a hobo was (is). Today, after a one year crash course through hobo history, story, and status, I proudly sit here this evening in my new home (with no wheels) and my new wife and gently look back on, perhaps, the fastest and most intensive HOBO CAREER ever.

I think the idea of bringing the actual Hobosoul back happend last December. The name came from a good friend of mine, Jesse Gloyd [who is happenstancely (?) writing our next short/feature] back in the college days. It came back, and actually became so well fitting to what we were doing and promoting that we grabbed on, and went in search for the true soul of the hobo.

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Read: “If you shower more, women will be more attracted to you.”

(You can buy this very portable shower for $19.95 OR you can use one of the Trader Joe’s bags under the sink and a garden hose and have it for FREE!!!)

From roughly July 2006 to January 2007, we parked in a neighborhood known as Lincoln Place. Up until a few weeks ago, these apartments were abandoned–the landlord (AIMCO) had illegally evicted the tenants and were waiting on permits to tear everything down to build up new, revenue generating condos.

To make the story short, we lived like kings. No neighbors, close to everything, quiet streets at night, security company, the works.

Since we had been there so long, I assumed we had to have made it onto the map. And yes, from what I can assume, Dick is the RV on the right side of the street. Using Google Earth, I was able to measure this object–24 feet: the exact length of Dick, our home for the past two years.

Vern and Melinda arrived home from their honeymoon yesterday, and I received an early voicemail.

Here it is.

The Hobosoul is growing.

I’m at Lucky Strike in Orange, CA. In normal fashion, I leave my “Thank You” business card at the bar after ordering a drink.

While enjoying the baseball game (the Red Sox were still tied at that point), the bartender comes back and says, “Did you give me this card?”

“Yes,” I reply.

“Are you Jeff?” is his response.

Wow.

Vern and Melinda Moen, married, October 6th, 2007.

For more photos just a amazing as this one, check out http://gabrielryan.blogspot.com. It’s our friend, former hobo and still hobo-at-heart, Gabriel Davis, snapping shots at the wedding, in his own, classy flavor. Always impressed am I, you will be too.

Congrats you two–goooo marriage!

At Hollywood Boxing Gym last Wednesday evening, making my way to the treadmills. I hate running next to someone, but this night, I had no choice. The babe or the funny looking dude. Obvious choice.

I hop up, start my workout when she turns to me and says, “Do you have an Internet show?”

I thought for a second…”Yes, I do.”

Wow.

I found the camera gear, and am bringing you what I promised.

Eggs like this were smeared down the side of the RV…all the way down.

And they came from one of these two houses…

It’s 5:45a on Thursday October 11th. I’m sitting out front of the coffee connection because I have to upload a file to my FTP by 9a east coast time. I was just settling in in my bed–I was having a cozy dream about something awesome where I was cuddling up in a warm comfy bed ready to go to sleep (in my dream–that’s gotta be super sleeping)—-oh man. And then my alarm goes off. Probably the worst timing ever.