nothing ever ends

Well its been awhile. nothing personal.

you know how people always look back on time and say how it seems like just yesterday? since the day you first met. since the baby was born. since you started that job. just yesterday?
I wish i knew their secret.

I'm looking back and it doesn't feel like yesterday. 6 years. That's how long its been since i left my life in California and went on a road trip to the absolute-middle-of-nowhere Texas. a trip that should have lasted a month. three tops. but 6 years? Not a chance.

And now that it is all over and I'm finally heading "home" I keep telling people that I'll be back.
one year. two tops. then I'll be back. but i know. and the smart ones they know. we can't plan our future. this place that i hated and then tolerated and now don't know what I'll do with out has become a part of my life. just like every person I've met here. and every un-airconditioned house I've ever lived in. every horrible customer I've every had to deal with. every sleazy bar I've taken a shot in. and every beautiful boy I've every kissed. these are memories. take away one and you might as well erase them all. this is life.

Welcome.

The Spirit is....

a mix between Zorro and Sin City.

not sure wither i like it yet or not...


i'm gonna drink on it.



either way. Frank Miller is badass.

someday...

i will learn to flip a coin the "right" way

i'm sorry

for not knowing how to shake a Chicken Caesar Salad as well as you.

Its the only way to leave.

i don't love you anymore...

goodbye.

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paper clips

ask and i'll tell you
as of right now.
not asleep or awake.
either one would be a statement.
i'm not ready to make.
i'm faking this.
because admittance
it's a fist in your face
i dare you to swallow it
like it's a common practice
its not. i promise.
as of yet unidentified
scientist still don't know what to call it.
but it's bona fide.
swear to god. not really.
but you'll never know truly
ever know really
so why does it matter?
i win.
u lose.
always do
tell me again why it matters?
what if
u won
and i didn't?
fat chance.
i said what if
dont be bitter.
i will try not to rub it in
'try' being the key word in this sentence
how could i not??
don't forgive.
because i never will.

a day late. a dollar short.

In honor of Saint V. I post.

I like this.





reminds me of you.