No matter how tore up you are today, there’s always tomorrow to polish that turd and make it shine.
This is a directive I’ve been working hard to hold onto these last days/weeks/months, and I’d be lying if I said I had it figured it out. Right now I do, an hour ago I didn’t, and an hour from now I might.
I’m desperate for some direction. For someone to trustingly take my hand and show me the right way to go, because left to my own devices, I’ll wind up in a dank fortune teller’s office in downtown Oakland paying hundreds of dollars for chunks of magical rocks, and vague directives regarding my spirit guides.
Granted, I’ve come a fairly long way in the last twelve months, but if ever the adage regarding taking two steps forward, and two back ever applied to anyone, (save for someone actually, literally, physically shuffling back and forth to nowhere), it would be likely be me. Between meeting with therapists, clairvoyants, life coaches, and good old fashioned drug dealers, I’ve just about gotten to the point where I only think about flipping the switch and taking myself out of the storyline entirely but a moment or two a day.
Thankfully, it was just on Saturday when I hit one of my more substantial walls in recent memory when Jason and Rose arrived to take me away from all this nonsense. We headed into the northland where we met up with Sam and Karin, and engaged in the kind of mountain bike meander that’s generally reserved for people who have nowhere to go.
We briefly met up with Stoner Bill and Abbie, but with them atop their beautiful new Sycip one speeds, it was clear they had an agenda, and before long they were gone, busily tearing one another’s legs off.
So it was just Sam, Karin, Rose, Jason and myself, some which I was able to properly document;
Sadly, any shots I got of the delightful Ms. Sam Bell were garbage, so aside from this week’s header photo that Jason took, it’s as if she wasn’t even there.
For a moment though, I would like for you to pay special attention to the photo of Jason, and most specifically, that he looks like a total mutant.
I attempted to photoshop him out entirely so my point could be illustrated, but then thought of another option;
I’m sure my recent Google search of ‘child running’ and ‘playground’ will find me under all kinds of new and exciting levels of scrutiny.
Anyway, we got rad, the day was rad, and we concluded things will vegi burgers and milkshakes.
Even at a person’s most unhinged, they can’t shake a stick at that.
For those who might be unfamiliar, not only are they individually some of the nicest folks you’d ever want to meet, but as a collective, Gaytheist rules;
It’s been too long, and my ears are hungry for their goods.
Finally, and on the topic of friends doing cool stuff, I have a bit of news from the nicest person in the land, Miss Laura from Soulrun regarding what’s cracking in and around the sweatshop;
Hope all is going well with you, I’m hoping you can make it out to visit us sometime soon! We miss you!
Things in the Soulrun sweatshop are going great and was wondering if you might share some of my recent work. Can you believe I’m celebrating 10 years in the sweatshop this February?!
It’s been freakin awesome, my customers rule. Anyways, in-between fat biking and playing with dogs I’ve made some new products including: dog leashes, key chains, phone pouches and of course tool rolls;
Super fun things for everyone!
Ok, thank you for everything and I’ll talk to you soon!❤️❤️❤️
Laura, Zeus, Summer, Bandit and Harley
I do like them Soulrunners, and if you have a penchant for a thing or two that Laura makes, I support your directive to get up on some.
Finally, I’ll leave you with this clip that’s been making the rounds;
No, and thank you very much.
I’ll tell you one thing on bended knee, and hand on heart- Even for fun, riding into a headwind sucks.