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.

Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want by The Smiths.

Cement around my feet is almost dry.

Upwards of 50,000 people liked or reblogged this on tumblr. Guess I struck a note.

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.

Digging My Own Grave by Thrice.

You’re everything Mom. No distance can change that.

And it’s so heavy.

But I’ll carry it.

Can’t take credit for the idea. It was the one fond of bacon.

Doug taught me mostly all the morals I carry today. Classic Doug, not Grown-up Doug.

Taken at Indio, California, during the Coachella Valley Music & Arts Festival. Surrounded by 75,000 like-minded individuals. So incredibly inspiring.

Keep The Car Running by Arcade Fire.

My grandmother told me this is where I was, after seeing some drawings I made. It was the first time I saw how transparent a thought and a few lines could make me. You don’t ever wanna go showing your cards.

Anyhow, It was years ago. I just happened to be thinking about it, and her.

The man died before I was born, but managed to teach me how to play a guitar.

Baby Please Don’t Go by Muddy Waters.

Lovers’ Waltz by A.A. Bondy.

And I’m not the losing kind.

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