box! box! box! box!

Hi my name is Bobby, Bobby Bill. I am here to tell you the story of how I became one of those box heads…. It all started when I was on a road trip with my four friends Cody, Wesley, Cameron, and Joey S. we were traveling from San Diego to New Mexico. We were going to New Mexico to ride dirt bikes we heard that there were a lot of good riding places there. The trip started June 20, 2011. We were done with high school. Altogether we had 500 dollars, 4 dirt bikes, a small box trailer, food, cloths, and camping supplies. We had two plans. One was not to have a plan. And the other was to get to New Mexico. We started going east towards Arizona around 11pm we got to the Colorado River and stayed at our friend’s river house. The next day we did not feel like driving so we took out our friends jet skis. They also had a wakeboard so we did that all day. It was blast. The next day we decided to move on so we drove. Half way through the day we began seeing cattle on large vegetated fields.


As the sun began to drop we decided to scare sleeping cows so we pulled over and quietly hopped the fence we crept up to our first subject. It was a plump brown cow we slapped his behind and then he jumped, moooooed, and fell over. We got farther and farther from the car and soon figured out that we had no clue where we were. So we wandered around when out of nowhere men dressed in suits with boxes on there head surrounded us. They grabbed us, stripped us down to our boxers, and put itchy suits on us. It was weird because we let them do this to us. Then every day for the rest of our life we wandered around like cows with boxes on our head.