In The Pit
Living the dangerous life, my psyche is always right at home within my own skin whilst dancing in synchronicity with the turmoil in the throws of the Punk-Rock pit.
Chip Van Hassel
Living the dangerous life, my psyche is always right at home within my own skin whilst dancing in synchronicity with the turmoil in the throws of the Punk-Rock pit.
Chip Van Hassel
Now can you hear the call in our rambling land?
Susurrations that can expand
Beyond all hope of light
And plunge us into unrelenting night
A pall, a truth and reason
It feels like hunting season
So avoid those lines of sight


“…Texas is the reason…”
“…Richie reached behind his bedpost to pull his bong out and noticed that a sock had been stuffed in the mouthpiece! …”
by Anita Fritzinger on 1 Center Street in High Bridge, New Jersey. (Coordinates: 40.66943° N, 74.89492° W).
The invention was a convenient byproduct of Anita’s dismay over the over-powering aroma of Bong Water in her son, Richie’s bedroom. Richie and his friend, me, walked into the room and noticed how fresh it smelled in his bedroom that day. His mom had always did his laundry and cleaned his room, but this day he as fresher, … different! Richie reached behind his bedpost to pull his bong out and noticed that a sock had been stuffed in the mouthpiece!
The Bong Sock hath been invented!
Thirty-one years later, Chip shall recall:
I’ll never forget the day we walked into Little Richie’s room the first time his mom put a sock in his bong.
HBMS
It smelled so fresh in his room that day!
His mom invented the Bong Sock!
CIRCA 1995 A.D. C.E.