Wax that

Wax that

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

This is why the "game" is different

Cats put more energy then ever buying exposure and music plays online. It doesn't bother me, I just don't want the email blasts sent to me...Shit don't interest me.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Tha market.

Off to the farmer market today. If you have one available to you, use it.
Depend on your local farmers to keep you eating vibrant and energy filled foods.

I plan on filling my house with plants and herbs today.

Maybe even a nice batch of mushrooms.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Always.

I need to learn.

Mae...Stop leaving your writtens out.

I write on random things that may resemble garbage...it gets tossed and bam, there goes brainpower out with the trash.
Problem is I can't vent to anyone about this as no one around here writes on the scale which I do. So you tell someone that your writtens got thrown away and that's it. The problem don't seem like a problem.

Least to the non writers.

Fuck. My writtens are gone.

Monday, March 31, 2014

After the bike ride..I might glide


Yesterday I put some 20 plus miles on the bike...mountain bike.
Very tough on the typical road as my tires are fatty and meant for off road.

But I got here..The logging town of elma.

This morning a man from south korea told me that I have an accent. Do I?

I'm at a nice little restaurant called rusty tractor. ..known for its yak entrees. I'm having breakfast before I go riding again. Just tryna find a department store to get some essentials.

I doubt the lady wants me home so I'm simply stalling until further notice.
And a costly stall it is.

With that being said. I'm thankful for the bit of money I do have. It's keeping me safe at night. And quite frankly....it's keeping me alive.

This yak is damn good.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

dear diary

Major mess up today, My issues with anger are killing me, literally.
My intentions are from a humble place, a good place, but how convincing am I when I can fly
off of the handle at a moments tick.

Ive let my two sons see me at my weakest, thus creating confusion in thier little minds.


I perhaps have committed relationship suicide but there is far too many factors to determine exactly
what it was that did it.

Guess being raised a certain way made me believe that if I re-create my childhood with my new family
that all would work itself out, well....it diddnt and now Im stuck in some logging town with the clothes
on my back and this laptop. Im putting myself on punishment till further notice.

long story short, I acted on emotion and am dealing with the cost of such actions.


Im not a violent man but I have done things that would make you think opposite.

Im sorry.




Im left with the thoughts of my oldest son saying ''daddy, could you play the dear diary song?''

He likes Moody Blues, just wish I could see him and let him know that daddy loves the song too.

my son has great music taste.

I miss you trisha, andre', and micha.

Im not dead. even though it would be easier to be dead right now.







dear diary, this letter is finished.