here is a little press about some fellows (and ladies) i used to roll with in STL.

seriously, he is right in the middle off bunny hopping a dead coyote.
this is where more photos (plus info about the shinanagins at hand (and double plus info about lots more unrelated shinanagins)) can be found
and here [...]

just think what you’re going to miss john…

courtesy of fiddy, we got a little blanket in a bottle.
see you in tucson.

dear big john…
i used to have so much respect for you (and by “so much respect” i mean very little respect), but after our recent communication all the respect is gone. when i sent you that message asking “what are your plans for the old pueblo” you responded with nothing. then, when [...]

The Wagon
I sat in the front seat,
she was driving.
On a small back road
we passed an Idaho farm.
Mostly dust now, and sparce brown grass.
There was a broken, withered wagon
abandoned in the front yard.
Now midday sun blasting the shadows out,
just gone in the brightness.
Every crack and busted plank
of that wagon was illuminated.
I saw myself in this.
Much older, [...]

hey jaun,
quit looking at my boner, it makes me feel uncomfortable.
this picture was taken on my recent trip to fossil creek. i was in Flagstaff on my week off and the wonderful wife and i spent some days down by the river.
i am heading back on the road today, more posts to come, along [...]

Nowhere to be.
The crowd is closing in,
grouping like a stockyard.
Elbows are bumping,
some hand grazed my hip.
The air is getting thicker, and stale.
Breathing, labored.
I’m close to panting.
My palms are sweating, more
than my armpits.
I keep wiping them on
the front of my jeans.
The pocket seams are moistening,
almost damp, like a San Francisco awning.
I try to move forward, then [...]

 i have been busy.  i drive around a lot and do my best to make people happy (or at least not mad), and i dont get hair cuts (that is turning out to be a big problem, my hair looks terrible (and by that i mean more terrible than usual)).  and most of all i [...]

 jaun grande and i were sitting around over at drunk-cyclist HQ when we heard the familiar sound of the postman. we looked at each other and immediatly the anticipation of what lay in the black metal box at the curb covered the both of us in goose-pimples. there was a padded envelope inside, and inside [...]

Signature Move
I went home for a funeral.
My Grandfather just died,
and the weekend was going to be difficult.
Troy thought it might cheer me up.
Sure he was 50 and fat
and his tan looked cancerous,
but it really was Snuka,
grinding it out for Midwest Renegade Wrestling.
After a few under cards Snuka took the ring.
He won, of course.
He even did [...]

recently the wife and i went to austin to share in the ever so pleasant nuptials of two friends. this is us (mostly me) on the plane at 430am:

when you take the red eye you get there early. then you should start drinking. the breakfast (maybe it was a lunch) place [...]