so here i am, at home in the NYC part of the world, aware that in a week or two this place will drive me totally fucking insane, but also that around the two week marker i will be en route to/already in colorado with two of the good folks and their dog, irie. i've never been to colorado before, but according to aviva, it is the shit. so, there's definitely a gaggle of acid casualties in the woods on the slope of some rocky mountain, that is not far off, and i don't know what to think of that.
in other news, in no particular order: my hair is as long as it's ever been, which is hot, and kind of annoying; i need a new harmonica, for this one has had the piss bent out of it; i am taller than i was in january, because god's joke on me is growing; we climbed to the top of arethusa falls, and that was dope; my camera is not broken, and that surprises me; i need to draw and write, because i still enjoy doing that; as time goes on, i find myself more and more anxious for skidmore, who has been sending me mail; blah blah blah, self indulgence, blah blah blah.
it's unreasonable to think that anyone reads this nonsense, huh?