Almost a decade of America at war.
South Korea is again at brink with North Korea.
Israel alienates the world further by killing humanitarians.
Giant sinkhole eats part of South American city.
Humongous oil slick swallows southern coast of U.S.
Economic and social turmoil in U.S and around the globe.
Death, destruction and disaster surround us.
Today I got this tattooed on my leg.
Now I feel better.
So, friends, followers and strangers who only end up at my site to take a gander at the lovely and talented Karen Gillan, I want to help promote the endeavors of some good and hardworking people.
My friends Jay and Josie are currently working hard to put together their juice truck project, Pvd Juice Co.
In order to get the final amount needed to complete the truck and acquire a few more much needed machines, they have utilized the services of Kickstarter.
They are great people with an awesome plan, and the drive and dedication to make it happen. Please go and contribute what you can and then continue to contribute out on the streets of Providence by buying their delicious and healthy juices.
And please hurry!!! Kickstarter will only allow any of the contributions to be collected if the goal is met within the allotted time of 30 days.
I primarily travel alone. I enjoy the freedom of movement and the quiet that long solitary drives through America provide.
But I had forgotten how much I also enjoyed the company of friends at 4AM with the radio at full volume and the windows open wide. Full car sing-alongs with the heart and enthusiasm of an old hardcore show.
I missed driving around being dumb with my brother. Knowing the same songs. Getting angry at talk radio. Having the same terrible sense of humor.
Front porches with family and stupid dogs. I’ve spent quite a while now in perpetual motion and feeling rootless. It is nice to reconnect with blood and soil. To slow down and stare at open starry skies and talk of shared stories.
Friends and family can grow tight around the neck at times. But a life lacking these is terrible and empty. Like a tree with roots in sand, it’s only a matter of time before you fall flat with nothing to slow you down.
it seems you find what you’re looking for.
and this happens.
Found in the street, too small to get up over the curb. This thing screams a whole hell of a lot and pees on my stuff. So, yeah, obviously we’re now best friends.
I need to put this up here again.
I need to promote a summer jam positivity.
I need to push the party agenda.
“No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame ‘cos Mama tried.”
My mom was an emergency room nurse. She worked nights and saw every terrible thing that can happen come through that place. She dealt with cops and criminals and scary men. She also raised two gun loving, knife holding, tattooed idiots with criminal tendencies and penchants for the ridiculous and the irresponsible.
Relatively grown now, we, for the most part, tend to be good and responsible men. A bit wild at times and apt to be fleet of feet, but decent fellows.
Long story short, I wish I had seen this book a long time ago.
It reminds me of mom.
The Book of Accidents- In the Beinecke Library
Seen at an awesome site I am constantly finding interesting and curious things at: Room 26
And brought to my attention by Miss Islay.