I write about my life. Any questions?
Yep. I believe so. I'm sitting here listening to emo music, begging my inspiration to spark for just a second. I've got nothing. I want to write something, anything. I need to write. Its one of those urgent things, like needing to pee. There isn't the option not to. Sometimes I try Hemmingway's method- "Write the truest sentence you know."
"I really hate electricity, especially automotive electricity and I wish I could write something to get my brain out
Snowflakes swirl at the windshield. Lights flash beyond my range of vision, in a world beyond what I can see. The rumble of the engine hums in my gut and my brain, the unchanging presence constant in every corner of my tiny portable universe. My entire world is the cold wheel in my hands and the resistance of the throttle. I know there is life out there. I just canít see it. I donít want to see it. All I want is the constant yet ever changing blur of the oncoming storm. Nothing really matters,
I'll cut this down from a nine page rant to a nice preview- truck died WHILE DRIVING last night, temperature gauge screwy, carburetor screwed up (again/still,) caused spark plugs to turn pitch black, wouldn't start this morning so I booted the driver side door and broke it so it won't open. For the second time.
does anyone have a good recipe for a pipe bomb or access to C4?
I spent last week attempting to help stain a friend's cabin up in North Park, CO and for those of you that don't know the area, winter has pretty much already started. So, I got paid 12.50 an hour to stand around and wait for the snow to stop and the temp to rise.
I drove from here, a few miles south of the Wyoming border, down an hour and a half to Kremmling, where my good friend Kevin lives/works for the time being. We had a good time tearing it up Friday
It was the last overnight ride of the summer, and we had a family of four that really didn't want anything to do with us. Brad and I gladly left them be, happy to be away from Mike's constant Brokeback jokes and lude comments about our fellow staff members. We sat by our own little fire until it burned out, sipping Forty Creek Whiskey, discussing the problems with our world, our jobs, our futures and whatnot. Eventually the conversation sifted down to nothing.
I stood up and walked
Updated 11-19-2009 at 12:14 AM by skib