Friday, September 25, 2009

Halloweens ago.

years ago we wen't to Richarts in Centralia, WA. I used to think about him more than i do now. One time we went and my friend Carie Demming said he had imagined his wife. Thats how I feel some times.(see previous post) One time I went and his grand kids were playing drums inside while he finished breakfast and gave us a look around with a napkin in his shirt. I havn't Seen the documentary, because i dont wan't to be a groupie. I just really like him. One time i rode my bike to portland and really wanted to meet Rich on the way because he said he did the STP (seattle to Portland) every year, then when i rode into town and talked to him i realised he meant that he just made a bike helmet and rode around town for the event. Not that his interpretation was any less grand, i just thought we would ride into Portland together and chat a lot on the way.

Things that have passed. Thats how I would have called its name.


Your so called love is not as true as this. Sure, I'm glad you are happy but, my love would wear a robot suit for me. to fulfill my fantasy. I have dream to having a lover who can float around in space and with a jet pack and has...golly gosh...nice look to those legs.

whats wrong?

Chris Broomellio was a good guy. He hung out with me at Scooters and watched the jello shots happen. even though he was afraid to party. too bad. I miss him.
I painted this juice cart and then it went out of business. Do you want something painted?
This mouse was dead when i took this picture. I just posed his tiny corpse in the tree hole and made it look natural. Like all good centerfold captains.
Jean likes candy. I miss him too.