Sep 27, 2011 10:05
im going.
guts over the falls.
scared shitless.
goddamn, im gonna wind up on the side of a mountain somewhere.....
but if life were about sitting still, making the most money we could, love, fear and adventure would evade us.
so i chide this.
fuck you safety.
fuck you comfort.
i could use a change.
fuck you rationalism.
money.
fireplaces and wine.
the girl.
fuck.
fuck fuck fuck.
but what would i be if i sat around. watched the chances swim by.
i wouldnt have been a fireman. a rancher. a bullriding wannabe or a trauma nurse.
i would just be josh.
with a certain beaverton tone. a nothingness.
this sort of erraticism is what makes me. makes pictures. makes stories.
im going flying.
and as much as im tired of death, tired of hugging new widows, tired of telling kids that daddy is dead and pawning it off.
im going full neck, into the gutter.