no photo, just text, sorry, i'm boring at the moment.

sometimes all it takes is a long walk home on a freezing new england night to remind you that you are capable of doing things you wouldn't normally do. i realize this may be a simple, if not stupid example of such a thing, but sometimes the simplest examples are the best.

WELCOME

i would like to welcome my dear friend tripp to the world of blogging. tripp and i have spent many glory filled hours participating in such activities as throwing darts at the silhouette, shooting a bb gun from his second story porch at liquor bottles, and having in-depth discussions about the vietnam war at 4 in the morning. these activities made possible by alcohol (or, more specifically the endless supply of budweiser that seems to follow tripp wherever he goes)

choosing happiness over money

i used to have a "real" job. a career, even. my bank account was never dry, i flew to strange places on the weekends just because i felt like it...i stayed at all the best hotels, ate all the best food, drank the most expensive wine, spent ungodly amounts of money on handbags/clothes/shoes/sunglasses...this life wasn't me. i spent 5 years living this way until one morning i woke up and thought to myself, 'WHO THE FUCK IS THIS LIVING MY LIFE?!' i was spending all of my time working a job that i really wasn't too keen on to make all of this money that i clearly didn't need because i ended up pissing most of it away. the only thing that doesn't embarrass me when i think back on this point in my life was that i was able to experience travel in a way most other people won't ever be able to. i did all of this before even turning 25. at 25.5, i had enough. i threw all of that hard work away and it was the best thing i've ever done. my new "job" pays me 8 dollars an hour. i work part time. i play music again. i write. i make it a point to do something creative every day. i don't live to work anymore, now i just live.

moving on.

i found the desolate surroundings of my last apartment to be strangely comforting. the four walls in which i lived provided the right amount of isolation, yet the world outside was still accessible if i wanted it to be. living in a place unknown to most was kind of a novelty.

the trees are bare

a little love from the government

i'm sure they think they mean well by posting this public service message, but why do they have to be so goddamn gloomy?

look closer