Holding gats.
Coachella was many shades of my skin ago. Trunk sitting tail gating. Pacing around from tent to tent. Cowboy the bassett hound. Backyard camping. RV showering. let's not even get into the bands. Most importantly though, peace and enlightenment.
My head was cleared. I give credit to the wandering Healer who found me early on at the entrance gates. I give myself credit for maintaining such a solid thought process since then.
Graduation. The end of The Den. No more Hud Home pool days. Everchanging plans. E14 no more. Well I guess this is growing up.
Two day crash course of the highlife of LA. Amazing stories with suburban glory. The importance of Serrato. The actions of LA kids. Rest was found on the floor.
Late night pilgrimage to Berkeley. Hey, i'm home. random couches give sanctuary until moms finds me in the 7-11 parking lot and now i'm back to being in high school.
Dog walks. regular meals. foggy mornings. secrecy in being stoned. clutter. waiting for the sun. Never enough clothes.
But The City will always be there.
BART rides. golden gate park. Thai food. friends. shows.
The ocean. And her.
A gap has been filled. Youth and security. I enjoy spending the mornings with her the most. Who knew one picture would take us this far. Who knows how far one picture will take us.
So. LA- out. Arizona- out. Home- for a little while. KOREA- here we go.
Concepts of days and weeks seriously fade away and the importance of BART ticket rates and gas prices fill my mind. Newly mobile on my own. Two more weeks here. Two more weeks in the desert. Everything is loud and beautiful.
My head was cleared. I give credit to the wandering Healer who found me early on at the entrance gates. I give myself credit for maintaining such a solid thought process since then.
Graduation. The end of The Den. No more Hud Home pool days. Everchanging plans. E14 no more. Well I guess this is growing up.
Two day crash course of the highlife of LA. Amazing stories with suburban glory. The importance of Serrato. The actions of LA kids. Rest was found on the floor.
Late night pilgrimage to Berkeley. Hey, i'm home. random couches give sanctuary until moms finds me in the 7-11 parking lot and now i'm back to being in high school.
Dog walks. regular meals. foggy mornings. secrecy in being stoned. clutter. waiting for the sun. Never enough clothes.
But The City will always be there.
BART rides. golden gate park. Thai food. friends. shows.
The ocean. And her.
A gap has been filled. Youth and security. I enjoy spending the mornings with her the most. Who knew one picture would take us this far. Who knows how far one picture will take us.
So. LA- out. Arizona- out. Home- for a little while. KOREA- here we go.
Concepts of days and weeks seriously fade away and the importance of BART ticket rates and gas prices fill my mind. Newly mobile on my own. Two more weeks here. Two more weeks in the desert. Everything is loud and beautiful.