One day, no kidding, I was walking home, streets of Seattle way late, like AM, catchin the night owl home, Belltownish. Another bumm kidd appraoches me beggin. Fuck you.

Hey I know you, I went to high school with you.

I'm sure you did guy.

"Where?"

"Triton."

No fuckin shit.

You're Steve Spinney.

Hey fuck you buddy.

Triton High School, Byfield.

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 Little bitta aimless drawl.
Z first six pack in long time
No cigarettes since Memorial Day
Two weeks or so ago.

Night time. Baby sleeping. Wife is sleeping. Babies sleepin.
Not me. A course not.

Too much on my mind at all times gotta reign that shit in
Turn that shit down
Shut it off

Because
Fuck
That.

Too much, it's too much I tell ya!
The perils of material!
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 I'm a filthy mess, I think. Emerging from the winter of my first born son, I stagger a little. Look in the mirror. Kinda rough around the edges. Definitely older. Yet I smile more. More now than I ever have. It's almost scary. Change is quick.

I feel the need to write, yet strangely am reserved. I've stepped through more mental and emotional gates ( Read more... )

These are quiet and subtle secrets for now,
I fear I might spoil it if I speak to much.
But I have a Student ID Number,
I am enrolled.
Nervous?

The gravity of the decision
The momentum behind it
The odds, and the debt...

Oh, and yet I know now.
I finally caught a glimpse
Of my aim for the endgame
My direction was shown to me.

Shhhhh....

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 Suddenly the boy is sleeping in 4-5 hour stretches ( Read more... )

Burnin through the circuits,
Reducing behavioral patterns to rubble.
I've done this before,
But never this deep.

Can't bring to light
Can't put in words
I close my mouth and witness myself
Falling apart.
Moving through
Changing.

With no explanation to put forth.

 Ancient troubles in my bloodline come back
Like fire from the sky.
Raw DNA altering gamma rays
From firstsecondandthird circuit development.
Old wives tales
Fucking lies
Bitter tastes
Confusion.

Diggin through.

 Hunter is two months old today.
Sleeping right beside me.
Haven't written here at all about life recently.
No time.
I STILL don't have the time.
Short blips of free time used for power naps.
Trail mix.
Coffee. 
Coffee.
Coffee.
Jut got over a cold.
Hit me harder than a cold has in years.
Now Jen's got it.
That lack of sleep'll kill ya.

Baby got his shots today.
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I started out 2010 alone in an apartment in Boston. Finished it married with children, living in a nice Seattle apartment ( Read more... )