14 Days.

I’m setting off for ABQ in fourteen days.

Today I realize that this is not a very long time. By now, I’ve uprooted and headed out and been on the road so much and so many times, that fourteen days seems like an eternity. And still, the next fourteen days will fly by . . . it’s times like this when it seems I’m sliding down a giant rope, feeling every moment whizz by fully. And […]

The First Time I Ever Burned My Art

A couple of years ago, I burned some of my art for the first time. Before that moment, I’d held onto the flurry of those wrinkled drawings from art school for years. Hording them – allowing one pile to rot under my bed and another to bleed and fester in the damp dark mildew behind the couch. And then, suddenly . . . it was just time.

I stood in front of the burn barrel, leafing […]

Kurt Lives Forever, Man

We all impact one another as human beings. Witness the following as but one example:

1. Kurt Vonnegut writes many great books. One is “Bluebeard.”
2. A friend of mine reads it.
3. This friend lets me borrow it.
4. In the book, I pick up the phrase “baby-shit brown.”
5. I use the term “baby-shit brown” with Rodrigo, a gay, card-carrying Republican wardrobe designer I know.
6. Rodrigo has used the phrase “baby-shit brown” in every conversation I’ve had with […]

Sax Synchronicity

Today I was thinking about this dude I know from around the Venice ‘hood who always rides his skateboard barefoot while playing his saxophone. He cruises through town bringing a sense of peace with him. And sometimes you can be out near the beach in the twilight when the cold and the fog and the wind kicks up enough to send you home . . . and then from the mist, you hear the peal […]

Losing Things in the Venice Storm Drain. . .

Venice has wide storm drains on every corner. It’s quite easy to accidentally drop things into their depths. Fortunately, if you drop something in the Venice storm drain, whether it’s skateboard or cell phone, bong or crack pipe, surfboard or dog . . . there is help out there.

A few months ago, my friend Frenchie came over. I pull up around dusk via Schwinn bicycle to witness the typical sort of arrival that my best […]

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Camel Sexy!

I’m to that point in my life when, sometimes, I have camel-toe and I don’t really care.

It’s my roller skating outfit – stretchy sexy matching workout pants and jacket – with racing stripes on the side of the pants. It’s tight, in all the right places. The orange and brown of the suit match my orange and brown skates. The pants pull up in just the right spot, but not too far. This is no […]

Knock, Knock, Knock-in’ on Mama’s Door . . .

Here’s the lowdown. I’ll tell it like it is, so that everything is clear and there are no questions.

My mother has some serious brain trauma problems that stem from several sources. She had an accident as a child which initially delayed her development and within the past several decades has endured some documented spousal abuse from her second husband, which has resulted in at least two hematomas. I’ve thought alot about blogging about this kind […]

The Arrow of Focus

I see an arrow, turning around in blackness inside my mind’s eye, as if twirling on an invisible lazy-susan display in the night time sky. I see the shaft of wood with grain and texture, oil and dirt. The feathers on the end have shape and definition and some are stuck together with grease. The point is sharp greying metal.

Suddenly, the arrow flies through the blackness, piercing it, entering another dimension, entering a forested world […]

Where are you right now, anyway?

If there’s one question I heard the most last year, it was that one. That’s one reason why I’ve started this blog. Whether it’s a road trip, a work assignment, camping or backpacking, I find the most joy out of life when I am on the move, on the road and meeting people or seeing and experiencing something new. And last year, well, it was just really difficult for anyone, sometimes myself especially, to keep […]

Scooby-Doo eyes at The Cadillac Restaurant

Dad wanted to take us out for dinner the first night we visit him in Owensboro. We all load up in his Chevy conversion van. Mom, who has had four major back surgeries in recent years, lies down in the backseat, chaffuered like a queen, with her little Chihuahua, Linus, perched on the ample shelf of her cleavage. The rest of us pile in. A belt in the engine strains out a constant squeal as […]