June Truckin 2008, Vol. 7, Issue 6: Happy B-day Truckin!

That’s right! The good ol’ contribution driven travel log known as turns six years old today! And it’s time for a new issue as well! AND I’m featured as well as other brilliant minds on the creative edge of madness! Whoa! .. Pauly writes:

Welcome to the special birthday issue of Truckin’. We turned six this month. Man, I’m still socked that we’re still operating on this little corner of the web. The last year was one of the best to date. I want to personally thank everyone who has been involved with Truckin’, especially over the past twelve months.

This issue includes some of your favorite writers include Sigge S. Amdal, Betty Underground, and May B. Yesno. Drizz makes his Truckin’ debut with a touching piece. I wrote something about Ikea and this issue also includes a flashback from the very first issue when I wrote a story about following Phish in Japan.

If you have friends, family, or co-workers that love the written word, then please tell them about your favorite Truckin’ stories. It takes only a few seconds to pass along the URL. The writers certainly appreciate your support.

Please note the last paragraph. I’ve added Truckin’ to my workplace and private e-mail signature. Small steps help, even considering your height if you’re really small.

Before presenting the Six Year Anniversary issue allow me to shamelessly promote myself. Hey, at least I warned you. Statholdergaarden, photo by Kjetil Ree CC-BY-SAThe story featured this time is called One Night Out Part I: League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and is the first of three parts about One Night Out in Oslo, so I urge you to keep an eye on future issues. This part takes place, in part, in Statholdergaarden in the picture to the right. (Photo: Kjetil Ree CC-BY-SA). For the next two parts I will also put out some photographs I assume were shot during the events that took place. Just a little word of what’s to come. Anyway. Thank you Pauly, Jessica and everyone involved in editing, publishing and writing Truckin; who’ve given me and others the opportunity to spill our beans to like-minded truckers, diners, strippers and strangers across the world. And thank you for reading!


Ikeaphobia by
I kept imagining Swedish people in Sweden coming home from their Swedish jobs and sitting down on their Swedish couches and eating Swedish meals cooked in Swedish pans and served on Swedish plates…

The Crucification of Kaminsky by
The diet pills made her skinny. Made her feel excepted in the land of the beautiful. The speed getting her through the days. Coke came at night, when she needed to escape her own mind. Her past…

One Night Out, Part I by Sigg3
I noticed that I wasn’t alone in the alley, and I looked up quick enough to see a prostitute coughing up a recognizable white substance. She looked up and for a brief time our eyes met. Only one window apart earlier, but out here we were both equally being sick. It was a strange moment of solidarity…

The Reason Why… by May B. Yesno
The place had a less than classy name, The Roamin Gardens, to say little of the fact the only garden about it were two fake, potted palm trees at the front door. A typical sleazy pick-up joint. One in which you feel like everything you touch you can pick-up most anything…

Drafting Richard Petty by
Imagine starting every day with these heavy chains pinning you to Davy Jones’ Locker, and having zero motivation to try to swim to the surface because those depths didn’t provide any sunlight to reach…

Fukuoka, Phishy City by
The workers are tiny Japanese girls who wear the most adorable white and red uniforms and lovely white gloves cover their tiny hands. They greet you with big smiles and sing a nice happy song to you as the customers pay…

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