Strange Winters Strange Summers

"strange time in my life" can pretty much always be applied. looking back you can't really remember if it was the fucking best of times or the worst. it probably doesn't really matter anyway, it's all the same, maybe it's not worth wasting time thinking about it, especially with the high probability of going insane and all.  5 minutes later my shirts off we're getting kicked out 5 hours later you have eyeliner on and you look like a rockstar. you are a rockstar, you are 5 rockstars. zebra sheets and all. 

the Godard era

how much time do we spend missing

missing the black and white

missing the blue, red and bright yellow

i really fucked that one up. “yeah but we’ve never heard about those ones” 

ha ha ha
the really good guys

i remember making up memories, not really making it up.

slamming the doors

getting left at the rest stop in New Mexico 

how long was i there?

he wasn’t wearing shoes 

nope not then. not that month.


eleven times 

cross country that year?

up on my doorstep

down on the street

stolen cars and 

crying in the pavement 

up on the doorstep 

making it happen. again, again, again
so happy it made us sad 
look back, don't look back

so sad it made us happy

it would be better to stop but I can't stop

avoid, avoid memory's broken pledge


sometimes it's already found when it's lost

"SLOPPY SUMMER" is written on the left side of my left Converse All Star sneaker. My kind-of-friend wrote it last summer. He's kind of a graffiti artist, except I don't think he does it very much and I'm not sure he really cares. The soles are falling off those sneakers now.

The Coney Island Cyclone opened in June of 1927. At least three men have died on it. Necks snapping in the salty wind. A belly aching of wood and screams. Some call it terrifying, I call it Church.

Take 6 shots of whiskey and ride it next to a friend, a sort-of-friend or a stranger and I guarantee you'll feel some semblance of pure joy. Forgetting the things you needed to forget and losing something that was found all a long. 

I'm making up memories now - like one time that fits into a billion times.

Double Trouble / 'Cuz Why You Sleeping'?

A shit-faced wasted skinny dip

-That's what it was

A weed 4 life legal pot head

-That's just the way it is


my friends wouldn't do



they totally would

in the El Camino.

in the El Camino

You can't always see so much

like the bike coming up behind you

almost killing you

at 3 miles per hour


that was a close one.


is everything going in slow motion?

"It is."

Can't see so much from the outside

I'm looking on the inside

and it's our big chance

in the underworld.

Are ya buying a doughnut at 3AM

95 cent sex

in the car alone

I'm watching you mawfucker. 


I totally forgot what this was all for?

o yea.

If you can't be safe

Don't get caught.