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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 [...]

Sunday Afternoon
We were laying in the warm
green grass of our backyard.
Sort of shaped like a right angle.
My hand holding hers gently
between our shoulders.
Both our elbows crooked and my fingers
brushing her hand, barely.
Her softness I could smell.
“What do you want for dinner?”
She casually asked.
“I’ve never loved you more.”
I quietly whispered
towards her ear.

more childhood trauma and injury. lately i have been on a roll.
A Walk on Sunday
Between Crondolet and Forsyth, on Meramec,
we could walk on top of a planter box.
It was granite and grey.
It started low and got higher
as the sidewalk gently strayed downhill.
At about three and a half feet
Daniel lost his balance.
It was only a [...]

jonny’s monday was so happy he posted that at 9:03 pm.
maybe you should get out of bed a little earlier jon. i mean come on, you have a family, and a job (actually, i’m not sure you still have a job after sleeping through it yesterday).
anywho, did you guys hear about this.
fucking 6-day at [...]

The Hemophiliac
I don’t think that you can stop the bleeding.
All that pressure you muster
is only making things worse.
The blood is beginning to puddle
and the color in his face is fading.
“Somebody call 911.”
It is the same thing today
as it was yesterday.
He should have stayed home.
He should have stayed home.