The year was 1990 and I was a wet behind the ears; a 16 yr old that was going to have his first real initiation into a little dice game called “Three Man!” The pungent odor of black burning asphalt oozed in through my open bedroom window. The sun’s rays barely seeped through the tightly packed city houses. It was a typical July day and some friends had recently graduated high school. They were shipping off for the Marines in a few weeks. The day started innocently enough with a distinct whirring and ringing echoing from the kitchen. Mom answered the phone and bellowed my name. I pick up the call; it was from my buddy Pete about going to crash Terry’s graduation party. He said “it was cool”. Since we would wait till most of his family left and it wasn’t a huge deal. My parents were super chill buy they said “definitely be back before midnight.”
A Date to Remember
The weight of marriage had taken its toll on me. It was time to punch out after five years, that was four years ago and the days were too quiet, too bleak. My schedule was chaotic on the best of days; the only sanity was my simple daily routine, yoga, commuting, and the questionable lean cuisine. Keith had always been talking up a good friend of his.
The clouds were always thick and heavy, and would fill the room with cigar and cigarette smoke. The haze would loom over the room like a storm cloud over a body of water. The white and grey vapor always made it hard to make out what was happing above waist level. Luckily Gramps had a unique pair of wingtip shoes that I could spot from any distance.
Nature is Uniquely Sacred
Her relationship with nature is uniquely sacred. Her voice is purposefully harvested from coups of abundant baskets full of streaming consciousness.