Got my palms read. Among many things, she told me I had a terrible energy about me, weighing down. Said she’d lift it, but I told her to leave it right there.
A for affort.
Never the place, always the people.
Duncan the navigator. George the poet. Drew the holiday. Ashley the dancer. Alexis the Sun. Jacquelynne the Italifornian. Colby the certain. Christina the welcoming. Mike the noble.
My Dad, Montreal, September 1982 on a motorcycle trip. Only twenty-three here, but already married four years, and already a father. Makes me wonder sometimes what the hell I’m doing. Don’t think there was ever a time he wasn’t invincible. Nor will there be, and thats why hes my Dad.
Happy Fathers Day Dad.
Love,
Kyle.
This is a photograph I took of my friend Drew. His beard is filled with wisdom.
This is one of my favorite drinking songs. Unfortunately, I don’t think my friends are familiar with it.
Answer In One Of These Bottles by Caitlin Rose.
Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want by The Smiths.
Cement around my feet is almost dry.
These are my friends. The kind that when asked to bring a chair to a party in my empty apartment, bring a couch. I was about as low as hell, for a long time, before I met these people. I’m so lucky, and I know that well.
Daft Punk inspiration for my perspiration.