"hey burt! check out them tits!!"
there are times in my life when a specific event occurs, and during that event sometimes a thought will enter my mind and it occurs to me, that this, what is happening at that very moment, is what i want my life to be defined by. over the past years, many of these events have taken place, although too many to name exactly, there are some that will stand out more than others...
memories are triggered by the senses, the sense of smell, sight, sensation, and sound...for me, the smell of cigarette and cigar smoke and the sight of a cold beer will bring lots of memories, but i think to me, the one that is the most predominant is sitting on the dock, late nights, clear skies, and an endless amounts of stars, talking with some of the people that make my life so vibrant
the other night i was sitting out on the dock, with mike evan heather and shirley, and it was by far the clearest night i've seen in a long while, and the lights from wolfeboro were clearly visible across the lake and while they smoked their cigarettes and drank their beer, and the hours passed in reminiscent conversation, i kept finding myself thinking about how 40 years later i want to remember this moment, how this moment will make the substance of my life, how i want to remember my years spent on 275 barndoor island, lot 21, with some of the absolute craziest people i could ever know
i'm not sure if this makes sense to people, i've had a lot of caffeine today and a lot of sun exposure so it could be a delirious rant
i can't compose myself enough to convey this perspective exactly
ha that sucks
ps, fanny fatigue is an extreme bitch and my eye is sore, and a little black/blue ha not sure when i attained this black eye but ha yea it's sweet!
haha yea i don't really know what i'm talking about anymore, i'm too tired, i'm going back up to new hampshire friday, i came home cause yea i didn't pack enough clothes, well not really the right clothes, but tomorrow is the first night of the fair and kait and i decided that we are going and everyone is welcomed to join us
so come, pleasE!
memories are triggered by the senses, the sense of smell, sight, sensation, and sound...for me, the smell of cigarette and cigar smoke and the sight of a cold beer will bring lots of memories, but i think to me, the one that is the most predominant is sitting on the dock, late nights, clear skies, and an endless amounts of stars, talking with some of the people that make my life so vibrant
the other night i was sitting out on the dock, with mike evan heather and shirley, and it was by far the clearest night i've seen in a long while, and the lights from wolfeboro were clearly visible across the lake and while they smoked their cigarettes and drank their beer, and the hours passed in reminiscent conversation, i kept finding myself thinking about how 40 years later i want to remember this moment, how this moment will make the substance of my life, how i want to remember my years spent on 275 barndoor island, lot 21, with some of the absolute craziest people i could ever know
i'm not sure if this makes sense to people, i've had a lot of caffeine today and a lot of sun exposure so it could be a delirious rant
i can't compose myself enough to convey this perspective exactly
ha that sucks
ps, fanny fatigue is an extreme bitch and my eye is sore, and a little black/blue ha not sure when i attained this black eye but ha yea it's sweet!
haha yea i don't really know what i'm talking about anymore, i'm too tired, i'm going back up to new hampshire friday, i came home cause yea i didn't pack enough clothes, well not really the right clothes, but tomorrow is the first night of the fair and kait and i decided that we are going and everyone is welcomed to join us
so come, pleasE!