>Playing Cards

>When I was in sixth grade, my friends and I developed an insane love of playing cards…playing games like spit and war when we should have been otherwise engaged in the act of learning.

Our teacher that year was disenfranchised with the private school system and its religious intentions yet real world implications…he voiced his protest by letting his class engage in the act of learning through living. Our assignments were there, no doubt, but overall, we were given the freedom to do pretty much whatever the fuck we wanted for an entire year.

What did we choose to do with that time? Learn how to shuffle, play the most random of card games and compare and contrast our billions of dollars worth of Sanrio school supplies…and don’t even think we didn’t have the sanrio mini playing cards…we did. In spades.

But this blog post is about a different set of cards…one bearing the marking of the then complete loss Dallas Mavericks.

That year, we got to play our homecoming game at Reunion Arena…and with it came a free Mavs game…now before Cuban owned the Mavs, a Mavs game was a very lonely experience. I can distinctly remember the Arena being almost empty even with both schools worth of basketball players, coaches and parents staying for the game….

Amber & I spent the game playing with freshly purchased sets of Mavs cards…at the top level.

I don’t really know what this blog post is other than some random ass stroll down memory lane for me…but I was thinkng about those cards all last night for some reason….oddly enough I know exactly where they are…Amber’s attic. Tee hee hee!

>The mountains win again.

>As dearest Shasta pointed out immediately after the wreck, I’m stuck in Denver and I feel trapped here…

I’ve finally gotten a rental and my body is starting to feel less wrecked…like I can stand and shit…still hurts like a motherfucker tho.

At the very least, I know I will at some point be able to get to california…which was like the whole goal of this part of the trip…Safeco has assumed full liability for the wreck…they’re keeping me in a rental til I get to la…which is fantastic…cos I’m soooo nervous about the value of my car coming out to be essentially what I owe and little, if nothing leftover for me to get back into a car…

I was driving west of denver the other morning, mountains in my sightline and it occurred to me that they are my prison at the moment.

I can’t leave until I know what’s doing with my car…

So here I sit..on the side of the mountains that are dry and green (brown)…in the background the full on snow covered mountains that stand between me and sunny weather and moderate temps…

I just gotta get to the other side of the mountains soon…

>I only feel like myself when I'm leaving…

>It seems that the happiest days I’ve had on this trip are the last that I spend in any given place.

I’m happier when I’m on the road and unfettered with responsibility to anyone other than myself, my SO and our doggy.
Yes, I am still paying bills and inevitably answering to whatever boss I have during that particular freelance project…but I really have no one to answer to than those sharing this life with me.
It’s delightful really…
SO tomorrow we leave….heading West again as isn’t that always the dream anyway…
The sun may rise in the east, but it chooses to spend it’s afterwork hours in the West….
Plus, I hear thats where the weed at, yo!

>Oh, Insomnia, how I've missed you…

>Sometimes I get struck with massive insomnia…

It comes without warning and much like every other vaugely medical issue in my life, it stays until it has decided to leave of its own volition…

Perhaps it’s tied to this, that or the other….

Some pain that I work to keep hidden away…

Thoughts of dreams that are only slightly possible of bringing to fruition…

Hell, could just be hormones…

It could be a result of some out there cosmic alignment, but anyway you shake it…

I’m awake. And it sucks. Cause random deity help me, I really am tired.

>Now….cuteness!!

>Its amazing how a horrid mugshot of yourself will spur on amazing weight loss….

I present you with a gratuitously cute pic of myself to make myself feel better about posting the mugshot….this one was taken a mere three weeks after the mugshot…..and around 28 pounds lighter…Now? Around 40 pounds lighter….

If all anyone has to say bad about me is that I’m fat, fuck off then. Be original at least, I haven’t been this small in ages.