Memorial Day is a United States federal holiday which occurs every year on the final Monday of May.[1] Memorial Day is a day of remembering the men and women who died while serving in the United States Armed Forces.[2] Formerly known as Decoration Day, it originated after the American Civil War to commemorate the Union and Confederate soldiers who died in the Civil War. By the 20th century, Memorial Day had been extended to honor all Americans who have died while in the military service.[3] It typically marks the start of the summer vacation season, while Labor Day marks its end.

Sometimes when you lose you win.

#waiting

#playing

"Art teaches nothing, except the significance of life"
~Michael Korda

I chased her around the world. She noticed, then stopped to ask, "okay-what do you want?" And like a fuck'n mutt chasing a car. When I finally caught up to it, I had no idea what to say or do... Oh well, it was fun though. 1998, one morning durring the final death rattle of grunge I decided to go home.

I got a job from that same company I was rock band-aiding around for a time. I had transformed into that dude with the clip board, then, along with a few others like myself, turned into a pioneer-barricade groupy jumper of tour and got almost famous..

Those were the good ol days. The good ol days before the internet finaly changed everything.

Things change. Times change. It has too. I feel it is time to change things up a bit. But in my life, when I need change, I usually need motivation, or a muse, or my friends; maybe.

When the going gets tough blah blah blah. There were times when I was "#the walking dead" and there were times I was so alive I was insane.

I was an arrogant stuck up piece of work back then. Later I was humbled via car crash and harsh words. I felt so foolish to be who I was but grateful to make the mistakes. Mistakes, sometimes ya-gotta-make them just to make them, not to learn anything or to gain anything or to lose anything but just simply to make them and be a creature of substance.

Sometimes I go through a retro crush. Kind of like a relove. An old spark or whatever. Its a sure sign I am fiending for a muse. Its a drive; of sorts. Before I would've have thought-its what life is all about. I was wrong. Its not what its all about. What it is-is-It-is the beginning of what its all about ("it"). I never get past that begining. I miss foolish love. un-realistic love. its like drugs. Its something you know is gonna hurt later. Some people would think I am crazy for saying that. But, love. Its that stuff. You know. That reason. ya-know. I don't like cigs, but I like the attitude; the smoke, that heat inbetween. It's got punch, its juicy. The vice. The why. Am I talking bullshit? Or am I fiending for a muse?