It was in a direct message I just recently shared with Dan that I made the above observation, and it seemed like as good a post title as any.
Let me tell you all a thing… I don’t know if I’ve ever been so exhilarated, and simultaneously terrified in my life. Perhaps when I had my first serious girlfriend in high school maybe? At least with her, I knew the end result would either be that we’d run away together, or she’d tear my heart out, leaving my wholly scarred, and spiritually broken for the rest of my life. (*Spoiler alert*. It was the latter.)
No, in this current reality, I might wind up getting eaten by mutant cannibals in Nevada, or humped by a Bigfoot in the cascades, or car jacked by some Nazi tweakers in Idaho. Then again, I might also wind up finding that piece of me that came up missing around the time that Leroy died, the hole from which has grown incrementally ever since.
Perhaps his suicide was a catalyst for a universal shift, encouraging me to journey out and truly learn who I am. Certainly these last two years have been an undeniable challenge but having faced down perhaps one of the darkest spans of my life about a year ago, getting the opportunity to leave and relearn how to breathe should be a cakewalk.
At least that’s my hope.
One thing that certainly will not be, is the upcoming ninth annual Wizard Staffs Across The Universe celebration;
For folks who have contacted me asking if I know where one is in KC, or Philly, or insert random place here, I do not. I’m not the pied piper of these idiots. I just came up with the holiday.
It turns out that I will happen to be in Portland at the time however, and I’ve been told that a barbecue will be happening at Ian’s house. I know nothing more than that, aside I will be installing my camper at Matt’s house earlier that morning.
If you can discern any pertinent information from those two sentences, then you are a far more clever detective than I, and should probably be allowed to show up if you so choose.
Otherwise, I’ll see you where the Magic Garden used to be later that evening for a candle light vigil.
For those out and about in the ether, the party is occurring wherever you are. All I ask is for photographic documentation.
And I suppose while we’re discussing the celebration of the damned, I will mention after much hand-wringing, and about a ton of borrowed money, I’m actually in the process of getting those WSATU shirts made right meow;
I even went so far to badly ‘shop up a photo of what one would look like if one was a dude with silken blond hair, big arms, and a beautiful mouth;
I don’t know if they’ll be in the store by the time I leave, but for sure probably possibly in the next week or two or so.
Will they be ready in time for the actual event day, however?
That’s a big I have no idea partners, but if we keep our fingers tightly crossed, and rely on some of those hopes and prayers that seem to be so readily available these days, perhaps we’ll get our way.