Weird disjointed thoughts on a sunny Sunnday
Weird disjointed thoughts on a sunny Sunday. So many things, moving, shifting, changing, maybe that's why I like photography, and painting so much. The story is there and open to interpretation, but stays the same, a moment stuck in time. Its a memory trapped in chemical like a fly in amber.......... god I am starting to sound like Holden Cawfield (Catcher in the Rye)Time is a real bastard.... it's not the passing of time that messes with me it when some one, or something reminds me how much time has passed. I was talking to Pam the other day ( she and I are two month apart in age, and her birthday just passed) when she told me that she just turned 29......... HOLY SHIT ....I am turning 29, that was a rude shock.........how did it happen? It wasn't long ago I was in Chicago, with Maria.........wasn't it? It's been two years.....it has? Man I have to stop chewing on paint chips.....and other things. It seem like everyone I know is married, getting married, having kids, or getting divorced that can make a person feel his age. What the hell have I been up to all this time? I got out of High School almost 10 years ago, and a betting man wouldn't lay odds that I would make it 3 years much less 10 year. Then again I wouldn't have either. Strange ghost float through the ether as I think about all the strangeness of the last ten years. The tattoo shop, Ireland,Chicago, road trips through half this country, and back. Just barely avoiding prison in Arkansas while bootlegging beer to Chicago. The people, face with names some I can remember, so I can't, many miles with much booze, and cigarette. Some of it crystal clear, some fuzzy and full of white noise. Maria, ah I miss you pussycat.......... Some things should not be contemplated without much booze, so on that though I will go get drunk, and write more on this later