life-changing revelations

good people:


mar mar, your boots are made of gold:

i don't know what i am doing here, but i remember the hell adam &i went through to get to this elks lodge whateverthefuck in miami:

molly's birthday. i got tattooed earlier that day and my arm was swollen:


east coast roadtrip:

tin can telephone

"sometimes i know exactly what you're going to say...most of the time. the other times...you're just a stinker".

passing through the most complicated street in my neighborhood, i could feel my pulse in my dried out bottom lip. maybe if i pulled my mouth tight enough across my face, those dry lines would burst apart, letting the pulse spill out of my bottom lip and down the front of my jacket.



nahh.

there is no up or down in space.

i was really happy just walking with my dogs.

making a killing.

today was the first day of the year. after getting three hours of sleep last night because of my sick dog and waking up without my voice, i worked 11 hrs today and was able to sleep from midnight until 2am when my foster dog woke me up while he was having a seizure. i took him into the clinic and i couldn't believe my eyes. they were in the middle of surgery at 230am. it was a mess in there. petey was okay, but i ended up staying until 6am and i've never worked at such a pace.
i am now under the firm impression that i need a vacation.


There are as many explanations for acute wanderlust as there are travelers who suffer from it. But common to them all is the desire to break through the protective bubble that surrounds ordinary tourists as they move from one homogenous, CNN-wired hotel to another.
-- Steve Hendrix, The Washington Post, 1998-12-27