Raisin Brazon
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Getting Roasted by Professionals
My 2002 Toyota Camry was my new home, and I was proud of it. I had an inflatable mattress in the back seat, a propane camping stove, my skateboard, and 8,000 dollars saved up from working the Harvest season at a winery in Sebastopol CA. Now, I was on the road. Free. I dumped my girlfriend and headed south on Highway 1 with the windows down and a smile pin on my face. I had just replaced the drivers side window motor myself, which made the breeze of the ocean air feel much more rewarding. I had no responsibilities, no obligations, and no plans. I felt as good as I ever have that first night. The sun was setting over the Pacific and I was cruising at fifty miles per hour just south of Big Sur, taking the winding highway as fast as the Camry would allow. On each ascent I’d have the gas pedal on the floor, wondering if I’d reach the crest. I always did, but always with the tan Camry begging for mercy.
By Raisin Brazon3 years ago in Confessions
Cali Colombia and Cali the Dog
Before that trip to Colombia I had never loved an animal. I didn’t really care for them. I’d had a bunny, a couple lizards, a couple of rats, a few different pesky cats, and even a Golden Retriever when I was a young boy. All were the same to me though. They were just there. I’d feed them and do what you do, but they never brought much joy to me and certainly not any feeling close to love. I had loved a few very special women though, and that was how I reasoned to myself that I was not completely emotionally underdeveloped. Usually my relationships ended in a fiery, painful exodus that was always my fault. And that’s how my relationship prior to my escape to Colombia ended as well. I’d been seeing a thin and gentle redhead named Hannah for a few months when late on a Thursday night (plane tickets are cheapest on Thursdays, I thought) I booked a one way ticket to Cali, Colombia. I had no special reason to go there. It was just the cheapest, farthest flight I could find from San Francisco. There were tears and genuine pain when I’d told her that I was leaving, and I felt bad. But, I had to go for reasons I didn’t even truly understand. I needed to leave.
By Raisin Brazon3 years ago in Petlife
Green Pants
I was heading to Goodwill that day to find an outfit that made me feel powerful. I wanted something that stood out, something colorful, an outfit far outside my standard atttire of Levi’s and a graphic tee. I needed this because later that sweaty afternoon, I was going to meet my girlfriend at the park. There she’d dump me. I wanted to saunter into that park dawning an outfit so flamboyant that my girl would break into one last smile before it was all over. One last time I wanted to see her happy and maybe remind her that it hadn’t always been this bad.
By Raisin Brazon3 years ago in Humans
Re: Plane Ride to Hawaii
It was long overdue, that trip. One of those getaways you talk about with your girlfriend for too many hectic months in excitement before finally actually doing the thing. ‘Aloha lovely lady, today is the day. Hawaii, here we come!’ I could not wipe the grin off my face as I pushed the braid from her forehead. She was still in bed and it was time to go! We didn’t bother packing. We were going to, but we got wasted dancing under the full moon on the abnormally warm Denver night just hours ago. I think it was between me trying to remember how to do the Macarena and her teaching me how to moonwalk when we decided… ‘Let’s just not pack. Just buy everything we need and want when we get to Hawaii!’ We’re those kind of people. Not careless spenders, but spontaneous and fun. Plus, there was something about traveling with no luggage at all that tickled me, even with a splitting hangover that morning.
By Raisin Brazon3 years ago in Humans
Always Buy Coffee in Ukraine
It was impossible to drive above ten miles per hour on the road leading into eastern Ukraine from the Slovakian border. Each new mile of road brought potholes of worsening depth and diameter. The suspension on our white Peugeot minivan was being subjected to a cruel test of stamina. If the roads continued like that, I wasn’t so sure if we’d make it to our hotel that night. And, night was fast approaching after being harassed at the border by officials at the border. Despite not being able to converse with them, apart from charades and google translate, they found reason to keep us hostage in a brown room for two and a half hours.
By Raisin Brazon3 years ago in Wander
Pride Induced Agony
Mauna Kea pierces the atmosphere above the big island of Hawaii at 13,752 feet. It is the longest continuous uphill bicycle climb in the world. That’s why I was there in 2017, to climb it on my road bike, along with five others I had coordinated with online to reduce costs.
By Raisin Brazon3 years ago in Psyche
Regarding the Luckiest and Strangest Day of My Life
We dropped acid on that Christmas morning. Despite being in the desert, it was frigid. Timmy woke us up to some awful Christmas song that I refuse to remember the name of. As my crusty eyes blurred into focus, I saw the strange scene. Seven vagabonds sharing a dilapidated shack on a nudist farm, many miles from the nearest town. The owners, Fox and Domina called it a farm, so we all did too. But,we said it to humor them. Nothing grew on their property apart from the mold surrounding the five gallon bucket that served as the communal toilet. The only toilet, in fact.
By Raisin Brazon3 years ago in Humans