Into the wild.

After returning home from last year’s turmoil, and my visit to Long Beach to say goodbye to an old friend I felt fairly well driven to dip into the woods for a spell. Alas, fall turned to winter, and winter to spring, and weeks stacked up with tasks, and other various obligations which kept me pinned down, but with images of solitary confinement never far from my mind.

Eventually the pieces have properly fallen into place, it seems like I got my shit together, and am now off somewhere playing in a creek. I might be shooting BB guns, or I might just be sitting quietly with my thoughts. Either way it’s likely that someone will lose an eye.

Having said that, I don’t have much of a post this week, but will offer two things- For the foreseeable future (and upon my return) I’ll be working on a mural inside of Bellingham’s very own Ritual Records;

If you’re in the neighborhood, swing by and say hello, and wander away muttering under your breath, “Jesus Christ… Is there anything this guy can’t do?

The answer to that is no. There is not, and that also includes bending steel with my mind.

Secondly and lastly, perhaps you’d like to sink your gums into a brand new episode of Revolting?

If that’s the case, then I got you right here: Revolting 80 – The Cycling Independent

And it’s with that, I’ll grab my bear, and (at the risk of mixing my ’70s TV references) will go walk like Kane.

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