where to begin...
I moved to whistler last summer and was a ziptrek guide, then got fired for talking about farmed salmon on my tours, and then i moved into my car, and lived in it for a month camping at hot springs while i worked as a lline cook, then i met a girl living in her car, then we got a place, together in pemberton, she was a stripper and wanted to do bachelor parties, while she went to massage therapy school, and i skiied all winter, partied a lot, then broke up with my girl, lost my place, got laid off, totalled my friends car when i was driving home, had to give him my car, fell, broke three ribs, and at the end of april i bought a VW van 1977 and im moving to kamloops to regroup and make a new plan.
thats the short version.
Ripe is the time for the flight of plight from my mind
to escape the array of city bourne decay
bulemic, anemic, pesse-sqeemic
"in the mornings my penis rises up like a pheonix
Sometimes Im ashamed of humanity, saddened by all the failed potential. Other times, i am inspired, full of hope and faith, proud to be here now, to be apart of the struggle alongside you. It seems I never stay in one state of mind or the other, but constantly bounce from one to the other.
The High Highs, and the Low Lows