ICT ECT Trip report

“Ice Tea?s first ECT


Time: 5:12 pm
Place: NJ
Date: 8/19/01
Weather: Hot

Pre Trip:

As I get ready for my journey, I drink lots of water because I know it will be a long and challenging day. I pack my camelback and lots of spare clothing; you just never know when the weather is going to change out in these parts of the state. Just to play it safe I scan a map highlight the rout and e-mail it to the local police station.

The Trip:

I start out on my front porch, the wind is in my face, I hear birds chirping off in the distance. I say to my self, ?what a peaceful day?. As soon as I complete saying this, I hear a car alarm go off. Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep. I start to get a little dehydrated so I drink about a quart of water or so, and then I move on.

I take my first foot step towards my goal, and I trip over my untied Timberland boots. Ahhh? bam boom slpat. I fell all the way to the bottom of my stair case, now I sit there injured, blood every where, and I think to my self only if I tide my damn boots this wouldn?t have happen. As I think that, a voice comes to my mind and tells me ?are you trippin? white boy, DON?T you dare tie those kicks, you look like a fool? in the most ghetto like accent I ever heard. I?m injured and dehydrated but I have the will power to go on. So I drink about a quart of water and stand up.

Now I have the choice, to walk along the sidewalk or cut threw some guys back yard to save time. Well of course I make the wise decision, and made my trek as short as possible. I move on to the guys front lawn and out of nowhere come this mailbox. I dodged it to the best of my ability, and luckily, I?m uninjured. I quickly turn my head to make sure the mailbox isn?t following me, and I read the first three letters in on the mail box. L.E.N. I don?t remember any one with a last name like that near by. I proceed threw their backyard, as I?m running, an old lady screams out to me ?WHAT ARE YOUR QUALIFICATIONS TO BE HERE!!!?. I just keep on running until I get to the main road that I have to cross. I wait there and ponder about the recent events; I?m very dehydrated so I drink about two or tree courts of water.

After I take a rest and drink about one quart of water or so, I?m ready to move on. I look both ways and I do not see any vehicles that will interfere with my lane of travel. So I proceed, I get to the two solid yellow lines and I keep checking for cars. Nothing, still safe, I continue, and all the sudden a horse and buggy comes flying around the corner. I run as fast as I can but I?m hit my the buggy?s wheel. I?m dragged under the wheel well for about 30 ft, then I?m thrown to the side of the road. I lie there injured and questioning my chances of survival in concrete jungle. I sit there for a moment and drink about three or four quarts of water.

I make my mind up to press on to the four present graded hill. I know it will be tough and the O2 will be thin, so I check to make sure I have my DEX. I start walking, I think to my self ?it sure is hot out here?. So I drink about 4-5 quarts of water. I only packed 15 quarts of water with me so I will have to find so water and treat it was or I will die. I look around and I find a small stream under the street and it is protected by metal grates. I drop my pur urban hiker?s hose down in to the stream and start pumping water. I have fully filled all my water bottles so I move on. This incline is tough so I take a break and drink some water. All the sudden a group of teamsters come running towards me screaming that the saw a raccoon, and that they don?t have any raccoon spray. So I holster mine just in case I run in to this killer coon. I change my rout so I can avoid the raccoon. I stop and drink some water.

Now I?m on the home stretch and I?m very tired. I see it, the dunkin? doughnuts sign I run to it. Faster, and faster I go. Almost there and then I see it, the Great Black Albino Killer Raccoon of Death. I grab for my camera and start taking pics, it looks up at me and smiles : - ). I fumble my camera as I grab for my coon killer spray, and I shoot my self in the eyes. I can?t see. ?HELP, HELP? I scream. I quickly dump all of the water on to my face. I wipe my eyes with my shirt that had the raccoon spray all over it. Now I?m just lying there in pain, nearly blind, but I can see the raccoon is coming closer and I still see the dunkin? doughnuts sign in the distance. The raccoon is coming closer and closer, its now only 5 feet away. My heart is pounding, I scream for help but no one comes to my rescue. I just lie there as the coon walks right a side of me. I smell its hideous breath, it has only 3 teeth left in it?s ugly mouth. Then the beastly thing razes its head to my face, and starts to lick the coon-be-gone spray right off of me. I have drunk about 17 quarts of water by now, so my bladder isn?t doing so well. I can?t hold back, I have to do something about this coon so I take out my dinner, which is a stake and beat the raccoon with it. It scampers away one tooth less. I sit back and drink some water.

I finally make it to the dunkin doughnuts, and all I want is to pee. I look around and see the bathroom but it says out of order on it. I take a gander at the store and I see a potted tree, I walk up to it and do my business. 15 minutes late I have finished and now I get in line and order a large French vanilla coffee and 2 Boston creams for my self, and a coffee for bacpac. I sit down drink my coffee and I think about how I?m going to get back home. So I walk out to the street and stand there for a moment. I look both ways and then I see a bus raging towards me. I stop and the get on the bus and go home.”

“you drank, like, 50 POUNDS of water???

man, where did the hit of acid fit into the story?”

“What the DEX?”

“Wow! XC lent trippin' Mr. T.”

“It was a rough day.”

“I gotta pee too! Man you is one thirsty dude.”

“BP, you coffee is in the mail”

“Hilarious!! But I just don't think it's our Ice Tea writing it. Or is Ice Tea a 45-year-old ne'er do well??? LOL!

NOT ENOUGH TYPOS FOR TEA!!”

“BTW, "Typos for Tea" is a new fund-raising group expected to raise millions for homeless, high school-age tea drinkers. All based on Ice Tea's typos. THINK OF THE MONEY!!!”

“LOL Liz

Me cen Ashore Dat was me rightin


I have been trying hard to keep my grammar and my spelling up to TT par. Thank you for disbelieving that I could write with such perfection that it was unparallel with my past posts.”

“Very funny Tea!

Sounds like you matured a lot this summer.”

“don't be fooled, violin.

he's just drunk!”

“That was TOOOOOO FUNNY man!! If you could spell, you'd make a great writer!! Serious!

Thought I'd say it on the official trip report too”

“Thanks WD”

“LOL”

“BTW, isn't Ice Tea the subject of one of those Congressional inquiries about FBI goof-ups, Typogate or something?”

“Now That's a trip report!!!”