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im a travellin man
moving through places space and time
gotta lotta things i got to do
God willing im coming back to you
my baby boo..
if you wanna rock the fuck out, listen to mos defs travellin man. thatll get you movin when you got to.
my trip began with a drive down to the motherland early friday morning, before most folks even had the chance to wipe the drool off their cheeks. i was lucky enough to have somewhat calm weather for most of the way, with the exception of some rain in the bay during the first two hours, and some misty eyes whenever a slow song came on (no really, im kidding about the rain part). my car was packed like a can of sardines. im not sure what i brought down with me, but im thinking ive at least got the bathtub and probably the kitchen table in there somewhere. im a habitual overpacker by blood, and id say i use about 50% of everything i ever pack. thats not bad right? really.. that isnt bad? im glad you agree. it sucks getting burned when you happen to leave something behind that you needed so much.. like boxers.. and a coloring book.
since im reaching my golden years, i tire out fairly easily. by hour 3, i hit the 5 south, and was in dire need of coffee, or some sort of substance that would pry my eyes open wider than a set of toothpicks. i ended up with chocolate covered coffee beans, which in most countries should be illegal because theyre more addictive than heroin and tend to make my mouth run. i probably went through a half pound of these little bits of hell before i was blessed with a call from an angel that kept me awake (read: sane) for part of my way day before i reached the grapevine.
i reached la around 10am and headed over to my wheel guys place to get the non-drive side spokes of my bicycle wheel replaced..
1x to 2x since the spokes keep coming loose. sad thing is, i wont have any excuse other than rain not to ride my bike. creating excuses has become my forte. ask me why i cant ride my bike, and ill answer you quicker than asking me how im doing. theyre all valid excuses, especially the one that starts with, "im" and ends with "lazy". but like i said before, im trying to get off the couch and back on the saddle for at least one more bit of torture in april or may.
the evening was spent with some of the old san diego crew. we took funny pictures and talked much smack, but most of all, we just enjoyed each others company. sake bombs all around, topped off with sangria.
christmas was christmas was christmas was.. christmas. i love the holidays, but have never been good with them. i thought maybe this year would be different, but it was mostly the same. well i cant say completely the same, but it still brought around the same feelings i had last year. i didnt do much shopping since i was at work most weekends, so i so aptly wrapped my gifts with envelopes and adorned them with names of family members. my cousin was disappointed that i didnt write anything meaningful on her envelope, but i had to point out that the love was in the handwriting. it oozed of love and thankfulness. if its one thing i did well this christmas, it was talking my way out of buying gifts and somehow convincing the family that all they really wanted was money. secret psychic powers i tell you. i can also tell you that youre naked under your clothing right now. ooooooh.
it could just be that im getting old, and somehow excrete some sort of.. maturity.. but the relatives decided that this year was a good year to let me in on family secrets. i dont think because they wanted me to know, but because they wanted to lecture me and make me walk away with lessons that left slap marks on my face. i probably found out more than i ever wanted or needed to know, and i definitely wasnt happy to be the talk of the kitchen that silenced itself anytime i threatened to go anywhere near it.. but i guess they love me too much. i understand. nobody wants to see anyone they love potentially make any mistakes. understandable of course, but i know where im at. i know where i stand. once i explained, they understood.. i spoke to them in ways id never thought id speak to a blood relative. nothing mean or anything like that.. i came out alive didnt i? i think i expressed feelings that only my closest friends knew of, and things that ive written in my secret pink diary under my pillow (again, im kidding about the closest friends part). things will be better once theyve rested their minds..
all i know is..
God willing, im coming back to you.
moving through places space and time
gotta lotta things i got to do
God willing im coming back to you
my baby boo..
if you wanna rock the fuck out, listen to mos defs travellin man. thatll get you movin when you got to.
my trip began with a drive down to the motherland early friday morning, before most folks even had the chance to wipe the drool off their cheeks. i was lucky enough to have somewhat calm weather for most of the way, with the exception of some rain in the bay during the first two hours, and some misty eyes whenever a slow song came on (no really, im kidding about the rain part). my car was packed like a can of sardines. im not sure what i brought down with me, but im thinking ive at least got the bathtub and probably the kitchen table in there somewhere. im a habitual overpacker by blood, and id say i use about 50% of everything i ever pack. thats not bad right? really.. that isnt bad? im glad you agree. it sucks getting burned when you happen to leave something behind that you needed so much.. like boxers.. and a coloring book.
since im reaching my golden years, i tire out fairly easily. by hour 3, i hit the 5 south, and was in dire need of coffee, or some sort of substance that would pry my eyes open wider than a set of toothpicks. i ended up with chocolate covered coffee beans, which in most countries should be illegal because theyre more addictive than heroin and tend to make my mouth run. i probably went through a half pound of these little bits of hell before i was blessed with a call from an angel that kept me awake (read: sane) for part of my way day before i reached the grapevine.
i reached la around 10am and headed over to my wheel guys place to get the non-drive side spokes of my bicycle wheel replaced..
1x to 2x since the spokes keep coming loose. sad thing is, i wont have any excuse other than rain not to ride my bike. creating excuses has become my forte. ask me why i cant ride my bike, and ill answer you quicker than asking me how im doing. theyre all valid excuses, especially the one that starts with, "im" and ends with "lazy". but like i said before, im trying to get off the couch and back on the saddle for at least one more bit of torture in april or may.
the evening was spent with some of the old san diego crew. we took funny pictures and talked much smack, but most of all, we just enjoyed each others company. sake bombs all around, topped off with sangria.
christmas was christmas was christmas was.. christmas. i love the holidays, but have never been good with them. i thought maybe this year would be different, but it was mostly the same. well i cant say completely the same, but it still brought around the same feelings i had last year. i didnt do much shopping since i was at work most weekends, so i so aptly wrapped my gifts with envelopes and adorned them with names of family members. my cousin was disappointed that i didnt write anything meaningful on her envelope, but i had to point out that the love was in the handwriting. it oozed of love and thankfulness. if its one thing i did well this christmas, it was talking my way out of buying gifts and somehow convincing the family that all they really wanted was money. secret psychic powers i tell you. i can also tell you that youre naked under your clothing right now. ooooooh.
it could just be that im getting old, and somehow excrete some sort of.. maturity.. but the relatives decided that this year was a good year to let me in on family secrets. i dont think because they wanted me to know, but because they wanted to lecture me and make me walk away with lessons that left slap marks on my face. i probably found out more than i ever wanted or needed to know, and i definitely wasnt happy to be the talk of the kitchen that silenced itself anytime i threatened to go anywhere near it.. but i guess they love me too much. i understand. nobody wants to see anyone they love potentially make any mistakes. understandable of course, but i know where im at. i know where i stand. once i explained, they understood.. i spoke to them in ways id never thought id speak to a blood relative. nothing mean or anything like that.. i came out alive didnt i? i think i expressed feelings that only my closest friends knew of, and things that ive written in my secret pink diary under my pillow (again, im kidding about the closest friends part). things will be better once theyve rested their minds..
all i know is..
God willing, im coming back to you.