The blues, is a low-down shakin' chill...

I have been told that my last entry didn't make any sense. That it contained english words without any attention paid to the rules of grammar. That it was insane.

This may be true.

The intent wasn't for everyone to understand. It was for one person. And I think they did. If not, they will get in touch.

On the house guest front. New developments. Tonight, I walked into a house so blue with smoke I wanted to butcher it and put it on the grill (mixed metaphor?). It reaked of skunk. To my surprise, moving into the sitting room, I found the two of them fast asleep on my couch. One, upright, jay in hand, waiting for a light. The other stretched out, hoodie up over his head, waiting for something exciting to happen on the chat line infomercial.

I stood there for minutes. Waiting.

They could have been dead if I wanted.

Until one of them awoke, 'Hey man, you just getting home?'

'Yeah, you been smoking in the house?'

'Nah, man, that is just residual off us.'

'You sure?'

'Yeah man'

'You want me to turn the light off?'

'Alright'

'What about the TV?'

"Nah man, we need some sound'

Day four.

But they tidied.

Dangling cherries and my asses of myself

Things are never as bad as they seem to that one person that thinks. Never.

But you, generally, can never tell them that so they believe. Which is totally unfortunate.

You just have to say, "Today, I am going to be good and piss off all the people that think otherwise."

Otherwise, you're done. There is no point in languishing.

Ever.

Hey sister are you all alone?

Recently I had the sweetest convo with a friend about the early hours of the day. I proposed that 3-4am was the best time in the world to wander any city's streets.

She, on the other hand, thought that 2-3am was the best time to ride a bicycle through the same streets. Her belief being that bicycling while dark and uncrowded was an incredibly catharic experience.

Until tonight, I didn't agree with her.

Somehow, I had forgotten those easily misplaced sensations: the wind blowing past your face, the sound of the air, tires and gears; rubber on ashphalt; the control you have on machine; the speed you can ride when there isn't a car on the road.

It is incredible. A freedom not known by many; reserved by time and place. But so accessible.

I can hold on; as sure as I'm strong...

Infidels.

I have just put my second house guest to bed. The first dropped horizontal about 15 minutes ago, now I am alone for a few hours until we go for breakfast.

30 days, or so, was bandied around this evening. Then we went for drinks and dinner before they went to the peelers. Four days on the road makes a fella' strange. 30 days of having two extra bodies living in my house. No chance of inviting someone home, because it's not that big of a house. It is pleasant and I like my front room. It is a great front room to entertain in. I love to show it off at the end of a date. Visitors appreciate it. Comfortable couch, arm chair, lamp. Indirect lighting and quite homey. It rocks.

Now, I have two beasts, albeit rent paying beasts, ranging from corner to corner. Looking for beer, rolling, picking things up and putting them down 2 feet further on. Two beasts leaving their mark, not drinking my port, but leaving their mark nonetheless.

But, God, it is good to have them back in the city.

But her eyes glaze over like she's lookin' straight through me...

People!

I am beginning to realise what people offer; what they contribute. The connections I have made in my life mean more and more to me each and every day I breathe.

I am not sure when this change happened. Not truly sure when I started to value those around me and tried my best to stop taking them for granted. Maybe it is a sign of growing up, finally. Maybe it is just a residual effect of harm done. I am not sure, but I like it. I like the smiling I have been doing lately. I like how I care and how it informs my decisions.

I blame Ganso*.

I think I need a T-shirt: W.W.R.D.

*psuedonym

I’ve acquired quite a taste for a well-made mistake...

New work is very different. That's about all I can say at the moment. It is slower yet more intense and quite a change. We'll see.

Someone needs to remind me of all the parties I need to attend this week. I don't have ready access to the bulletin board anymore.

I have houseguests arriving tomorrow. I had one leave today. I could really use some alone time in my house (read: monastery), but that doesn't seem to be happening anytime soon.

Anyone wanna put me up for a little while? ;)