5/23/05


hobo with no one

with creepy businessman.

a close up of the end of days. (this guy was nice as hell, right up until he started barking at me.)

Thats just arrogant, van owner. Dont start bragging about what you caught with your van full of candy.

My father, from the end of days. (got to love that posture.)

penelope gets up. near constantly. got to love the color choice. big red heart on the blue just pops. love them reversed threes.

that old fashioned analog shit dont cut it no more, we have super aids now. "a head full of tina, what?"


everything isnt a competition, alright pendelton? (and I was born with an affinity for, and an undying loyalty to, ghostface. we all have our burdens.)

sammy. our sammy.

the hedgehog. in full drunken effect.

bravest little bear you know. I miss that tiny bear.

I drank so much saying goodbye to my friend as he leaves this fine country that my hands and feet are numb. Explain that, Doctor! Is it my heart? Hmm?

"As your doctor, let me say this. You should drink less, you have tuberculosis, and your wife has already died of small pox. You have shot more bear meat than you can carry, your children have both died from snake bites and all of you rotten filthy stinking oxen have drowned when you made them forge the obviously deep deep river while drunk and screaming. Your indian guide warned you of all of this, and then you killed him. smoooooth move, electric groove."

"thank you for nothing, doctor. I will beat the TB and this wretched trail of Oregon."

(I would have sold white women to indians and owned colorado in its entirety if I was alive back then. I would have brought women of ill repute across under the guise of a westword bound nunnery on wagon wheels and sold them all into red man/light sex slavery. Its terrible I know, but times were tough, "we's got this here depression, I gots to look out for me and mine." and so one and so forth. )

In addition......"You go ahead and skin all that you like chief, But I really want ownership of that mountain ridge in writing."

(so now you know where I stand on that. I stand well, well drunk, from a fond farewell to our boy Andy. Tomorrow I watch Andy get tattoo'd and fucked for the last time on this coast. I would like to leave after the tattoo, but if I have to stay because I am invited to watch, I will stay. god bless our tiny bear.)

I miss you little bear. I will leave to go to see you in italy. I promise. before the lunar year is repetetive, I will be drunk in Italy with you.

(written while well hammered.)
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