Fresh Legs

As many of you know, I've been gone for a while now. I miss Chicago already. But I had these picture and this little bit of writing already started, so I guess I'll just post it now. Beside there isn't much to show from here just yet. So enjoy the old and prepare yourself for the new in a week or two.

I like shooting a rifle. I think I can go so far as to say I love shooting a rifle. But a shotgun...I drool just thinking about it. Its the one thing in the world that truly relieves stress. Part of it is the force and power of the object in my hands, but there are many more factors behind it. The smell, for instance, is so distinct. Freshly burnt gun powder. I was so stressed out by the idea of moving. I hate moving. Its part of many personality quarks that make me who I am.

Needless to say, Al is the shit. He hauls us out to the range, gives us guns, tosses clay pigeons, boom. Kristin has a very cool dad. He doesn't try to round us up for the zoo....oh no. Its boom-stick time.

Trevor is happy as hell, its his first time with a shotgun and I think he loves it.

Kristin caught a rad picture of me with a shell flying from the chamber.

Just as I thought the day couldn't get any better, perfect as it was already, I see a beautiful butterfly land on my freshly stomped cigarette butt. The world has an interesting way of unfolding its self to you when you least expect it.

I really miss Chicago. Hey Chicago, remember that time I had long hair and then I cut it off all at once? I think I might do that again, for Bloomfield Hills. But I don't want you to think I've moved on and found another city.

I miss Kristin a lot too, but I paid a handful of body guards to follow her around, so I would have a little less to worry about.

OH YEAH, anyone out in LA area, keep your eyes peeled for some fresh posters. Ninja Jason threw a couple up for me and says some pictures might float back to me soon. This one was in Boston, but you get the picture.

Playlist: Old Mastodon / Gang Starr-Full Clip / A LOT of Grand Funk