The loud static and screaming have taken up residence inside my head again. Background radiation hiss and mummers of discontent, snippets of things that could have been, shouts of things that didn’t. Elongated shapes distort the sound with struggles to be set free. Pushing and pressing against a pharmacological wall. It has a taste of cigar smoke and grey ash, the feel of a chill worrying at your ankles, all moving about in the darkness behind eyelids closed, the scent of dreams gone sour when you wake up after a bad night and try to shake it off over a breakfast of snap, crackle and popping cereal. I can see snippets of a filmstrip off in the blue expanse, shuddering and stuttering though a bad home movie I am not in, but know the ending. I am too lazy and tired to try and tap into it, the invitation takes too much effort, the courtship too damaging, and the end result too pathetically predictable. Somewhere out where the wind starts blowing.

The dew on the grass was glistening and the sun was shining above. The birds were chirping and the grass smelled freshly cut. I arrived at the caddy shack just as the sun came up. It was the Sixty Fourth Annual Club Championship and there was a buzz in the air. The members were excited and the caddies were also.
Normally the caddies would arrive just before dawn then check in with Levy. After checking in, you’d have anywhere from one hour to three four hours to wait. It depended on three things. First and most importantly it depended on seniority. Secondly it depended on how often you worked. And thirdly it depended on showing up early. Now keep in mind that if Levy didn’t like you then all the rules went out the door.

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bright morning ~ a three hour hike ~ a motorcyclist collided with a deer ~ med flight saved a life ~ family stayed the night ~ a kid broke in, fell asleep in his boxers at my computer chair at five in the morning

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aside from our wedding day oct. 10th, we experienced more this past halloween than we have on any other given day to memory.

first, this is a video of twenty three seconds of our morning:

this short short one is of the bridge we had to cross, roughly halfway to the falls:

and a few picts:

I want to start writing erotica. This is not out of a need to attract members of the opposite sex nor is it a selfish ploy to present myself as a member of the male species who may "understand" the emotional dimensions required in writing erotica. I don't understand these dimensions. I can pretend to understand. That's what makes me a writer. We can put ourselves in the lives and the knowledge of others. We can make ourselves sound like Socrates, and on the other hand, we can make ourselves sound like the town idiot. Before I push everyone who reads this to think the latter of me, I want to declare that I am a writer because of a passionate, innate need to be a writer. I see things unfold in my head, my mind's eye, Bill Hicks' third eye- call it what you will- I see stories unwrap before me as if they are real movies in life. And I write what I see, what I hear, what I know, what I feel, taste, smell, eat, love, fuck, love, hate.....etc.

Ok, ok, I know- a hokey, stupid blog entry given the fact that is indeed Halloween but I thought it best to line up my favorite Halloween movies and give a brief little detail as to why they are in such high regard with yours truly. For anyone who gives a shit, please feel free to comment.

This is a ranking in terms of the best - in my opinion- not based on character, dialouge, story, or anything else - just pure Halloween flavor films.

This is a goddamn huge photo dump, so I'm putting it in a blog.

In an effort to stay in shape, I recently bought a bike, and it's a thing of beauty. I've done a lot of riding from home to the pier in Manhattan Beach, but I realized that Venice and Santa Monica are pretty much the same distance away. The only drawback is a few traffic lights heading that way (plus a brief ride in traffic), whereas going to Manhattan beach is all bike path. Venice is just a lot more photogenic, and there's a ton of exploring to do. Check it out:

Here's a mosaic mermaid on a hotel just as you hit the final turn on Washington to head into the Venice Pier.

this is the story of how jen and i floated in her car last night, and how we got in that situation in the first place. (sadly, to admit, it had a little to do with boredom. and she was lit and i was devastatingly sober.)

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as i'm sure many of our texas and louisiana friends could most likely immediately attest, there are rains and stormfronts in the south. central arkansas received eight inches last night alone. and some people are just really dumb..