come back home

a table was just acquired. i was one house off however, for about ten minutes, tugging on an unrelenting garage. i call julie to ask the code to the keypad that i had found. "there is no code... you're at the wrong house."

i just slowly crashed harold's motorcycle. somehow not scratched. it is nighttime though. sharp turn to lay on ankle. pushups commencing.

basketball was revisited last sunday. justin, julian, matt, moriah, leon, and steve. i remember how much time i put into basketball. i still remember.

times have been crazy enough to grant me the idea of a new tattoo. coming soon. (joseph campbell inspired... row your boat...built to spill...photography...)

"school doesn't understand what care means" - joe

when we are close everything disappears.

i learned lover's carvings by bibio. you should listen to it. it gets the smiles rolling.

there will be a gallery sort of thing at my job in march. i am going to have the theme be gratitude. i think.

our hands are supposed to be feeling the face of the other and if that isn't apparent than we must be underwater