Sunday, January 24, 2016

Got high, rode my bike

We turnt on pot brownies and drank fireball  and rode around a bit. The weather was nice. 

This is the bollard that wounded mr q. Here he is taunting it with drugs and alcohol peer pressure. 
jet fuel cannot melt steel frames

It was a beautiful day
We rode to the stairway to heaven. 



Monday, January 11, 2016

The world is lost without David Bowie



19 years old, rolling in Andy Vogel's Oldsmobile tunaboat in the Columbus, Ohio evening summer humidity, dusk dropping, freshly scrubbed from work that day, dry t-shirts, Icehouse beer sweating in our crotch, keeping dirt weed joints lit, Marlboro cigarettes. We park across the street from a basketball court and watch teenagers dunk on a lowered hoop. This song comes on the stereo. Andy cranks it up. We got drunk that night sitting in the weeds next to the freeway, drinking whiskey and reading Walt Whitman, we would strip off our clothes and run in the wet grass until the mosquitoes swiss cheesed us, staggered up the hill and met some people at a gas station. "You got any papers?" Woke up hungover in the morning and went to work.  I cry now when I hear that song, and when I think of that night. I wrote one honest line in my life, and it is: "I love everything too god damned much." That song, that night, that's what I meant with that one honest line. This is the line I wish I wrote: "Gee, my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?"

I never imagined we would all have to one day live in a world without David Bowie.

Sunday, January 3, 2016

North Shore scout expo

Aborted the ride at the last minute. When I stepped onto the ice and slipped. It was just too icy. Instead drove the North Shore road, which for seven miles or so is a one lane dirt path following the shore of the hood canal to dewatto.