Boys will literally see this image and go, “Hell yeah, brother,” but really, it’s their grave. Name on a tombstone, date of birth, and date of death. They will hypothesize that they are not actually dead, but reincarnated zombies, angels, or their ex’s sleep paralysis demon.
(I blanked out here because I watched a video of a rally car drifting around a farm. Very intense. Now I’m pivoting.)
Guess if I was a cameraman on the unguarded edges of this track, I’d stand like a gargoyle on an Art Deco building and mutter, “HYB,” as I snap the ultimate photo of the car in mid-flight. I’d sell the image to the leading rally car magazine. It’ll be worth so much, that I can retire. Reflecting on my photography career, I’ll find a new passion, like ice fishing, or, artisanal stone mason.
I feel like both are more suited for a hobby and not a career. A hobby that an esteemed retiree will pursue when money and time are not an issue. Just sitting there in a tented watering hole in the Arctic Circle. Looking for his ‘white whale’ fish or other aquatic creature. Slapping together a mosaic table for another rich retiree. Responsibly sourced marble and other precious gemstones, it’ll be worth tens of thousands of dollars. But for his friend, free of charge.
Yesterday, I got a new plant. It looks goth as fuck. Dark purple like wine, the leaves are nearly black. Hints of neon pink adorn the leaves in zigzaggy patterns. Here are some hex codes to look up #5D3954 #70435B #4E2A84 #FF6EC7 #FC8EAC Opeth was playing as I wrote this paragraph. I think my goth plant will be named Sylvia. I’ll instruct my other cacti and plants to say hi to Sylvia.
*uses bathroom*
Lol I type ‘death’ into my iTunes search bar and there are 225 albums & 7.5 days worth of DEATH \m/ -_- \m/
I am grateful to have been a bastion of literary culture for *checks notes* 8 years now. There are groups of people I adore and groups I loathe. Sadly, no one will be 100% liked, no matter how sincere you sound online, or who you pal around with and share pictures of online. I hope that there isn’t a sense of tribalism forming in the community at large. Art should always be cross-pollinating. Keep an eye on that. I may be full of shit or just burnt out from a busy year. But at this point, I’m chasing good vibes and those who accept what I bring to the table. My takeaway from this is: that you may realize that it is not the algorithm keeping you apart from whoever.
Working for a beer distributor made me hate having cold feet. Even with wool socks and boots, the cold concrete always made me feel ill. Now, as I write this, I have socks and slippers on. Also, my hands are dry and chapped. I’m taking any homemade remedy recommendations to keep them moisturized.
Staying in NYC for the first time in my life this spring, I decided that I was not cut out for NYC. Philly is better, in my opinion. I am very biased.
Last week, I ran a 5k at my local park. Fueled by a pint of water and a Lärabar, each mile was below 10 minutes. I think I’m getting somewhere with this whole cardio thing. No doubt I’m in the best shape of my life right now. If I can cut out snobby craft beer on occasion, I will be a force to be reckoned with.
On a rainy April day, I sold my bicycle. A Trek 5200 OCLV. I rode that thing for nearly 2,000 miles over 5-ish years. Loved most of it, except the few spills, including the one time the gear stabbed my Achilles tendon. I thought, “Whelp, this is it. My gait is forever ruined.” This was years ago and my body has healed, but the bike is no longer in my possession. To Patrick (I think that’s who they went by) I hope you enjoy Blue Lightning.
Unemployment is lame now. The tokenism has eroded. The charm is a muddled puddle of bile on the hardening soil. Truly hope I can find what I need, while not compromising on my wants. I just wish places like Indeed would send me a warning/rejection when listings expire instead of lingering around for me to figure out. A lot of these listings are just up for legal reasons, and places may not be hiring. Like little ghosts, floating over their graves, you may be able to have a dialogue with them. Click ‘X’ to speak. Click ‘O’ to attack with your Psychic Slasher sword you found in that hidden treasure chest.
One of my most selfless, creative pursuits this year was turning a nature trail I frequent into a real-life RPG map. (God, why is this boring-ass Bon Jovi song playing as I write this paragraph?! I want this to be EPIC. Killing the mood, Jon Bovi.) Art and nature are cosmically intertwined, I suppose. Hopefully, the notebook I jotted these scenes in never gets ruined by water or flame.
Writing tip: log your words ‘in’ and ‘out’ for each sitting.
Second writing tip: read 1 classic for every 3 indie books.
Crazy that I put all my chips into cycling, and saw meager weight loss and cardio fitness. Long live running and hiking. The previous phrase may make some of your skin produce goosebumps. A spirit may tickle your spine and make you shake your head in vigorous protest. You’ll find your thing. Whatever works for you, my dudes~
Next up on BD/WD, is a special Christmas gift for you all. Dropping this Friday evening!
Great post, and I totally get the constantly cold feet, slippers and socks are new to me though, I used to just wear my boots all the time, inside and out. Keep on, Josh, this is great
Loved all this (except the somcks and slimppers) ❤️