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Jason Gastrich

Open Letter to Wally High


I know this way chill guy named Wally High. Seriously. You wish you knew him. He's the bomb.

I met Wally when I was going to a church in North County called New Venture Christian Fellowship. They had a college aged group of kids who did Bible studies at the beach. It was rad and we used to meet there or at his house. He lived at a drop by house affectionately named The Hut.

A bomb could go off beside Wally and he'd lift his head from playing his electric guitar, smile and continue listening or playing guitar. Dude rocks. He surfs every day, too. You'll usually find him at Lower Trestles because he's up in Oceanside.

Wally is one of those dudes that helps you stay centered. He visited me a few days ago and introduced me to some very interesting material. I didn't know Jesse Ventura had a show on TV, but he has one about conspiracy theories and they investigate and reveal them. Since I was conspired against, I'm much more into them now than before. However, I've always been an X-Files fan. Every story has to be weighed on its own merits. Nothing is too outrageous. Trust no one.

Mad love shout out to Wally. Hope to see you soon, bro.

So this is a letter I just wrote to Wally. I thought you might find it funny or unusual. After I wrote it, I did.

Wally wrote:

Jason, have you had the chance to pick up your guitar recently ? Any recent developments in what we talked about the previous time we saw each other ?

I replied:

Wally,

How are you doing, bro? Miss ya and hope all is well.

I've been playing my guitar a lot lately! For sure. I can't get enough right now....in one of those grooves. Hope it continues. I'm at a pretty fucking low point.

I'm trippin a little bit because I think my Dad is trying to kill me. I'm not sure exactly how, but I think he is. He has been sending me email threats to my blog every day. It's creeping me out and I need to get a restraining order on him so he'll stop and leave me alone.

What have you been up to? Playing much? I need to form a crazy rock band and go nuts, I think. It's probably the only way out of this poison filled prison.

We should hang out asap, man. Lemme know when you're down. You're always welcome to crash here.

You said something about the govt. doing something to the water or removing something good from it. What was that again? I stopped Sparkletts several months ago because I didn't trust them and figured they could be poisoning me.

Sincerely,
Jason


 







 

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