December 2011
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“typical morning: i wake up feeling under the weather. my father gives me pigeon...”
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home to home
a few days ago I rolled into Florida to my parent’s house. as many of you know, my father is a pigeon racer and lives in a town in Florida where all the pigeon flyers from around the world retire to engage in some hardcore pigeon racing until they die. i’m not kidding.
I happened to arrive right before the big race of the year - the Gulf Coast Classic. People come in from all over to...
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“woken up by the rooster crowing. yup, I’m at the pigeon farm.”
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French Quarter
this morning I’m waking up in the French Quarter after being plucked from the swamps by a flame-haired singer and her spiritual advisor.
back up.
two nights ago I found myself at a campground/state park in the swamps of Louisiana. apparently - according to the ranger, the singer, the locals I’ve met since - I was in the swamp swamps. and apparently, the ranger used to be a tug...
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Watchcoyote morning. 6am.
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so I was listening to the radio this morning on the ranch roads of southeastern Texas and people were calling in to answer the DJ’s question: what was your best Christmas present ever? Three women callers, these three answers: a 30 foot mobile home, a four wheeler and the last woman said, a cow.
I love this place.
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Watchwhen traveling alone, one gets very good at amusing oneself.
“me to waitress: “I’ve never been in Louisiana before and I’m...”
awesome campground just off a bayou in Louisiana tonight. again, god bless my Hunter wellies.
“god bless my Hunter wellies.”
“I’m lying in the truck in a forest somewhere in Texas watching the...”
route 70, New Mexico
today, around 11am (that hopeful time of day), I found myself barreling down a New Mexico two lane highway. the road was sun-burnt black and stretched endlessly ahead of and behind me. to either side was a sea of dusty desert, populated by seen-it-all cactuses and rough weeds. on the distance on both sides were mellow mountains, too far away to be defined beyond their outlines. it’s the...
a letter to crazy Heidi from (the not often heard...
dear crazy bitch,
here we are again. I mean, of course technically we’ve never been in this exact situation before, but here we are where sane people aren’t.
you laugh. but would it be too much to ask that we act like a normal person and hit up a HoJo’s instead of finding ourselves in the dark at 6pm on top of a mountain where the wind is gusting at 40 mph (and sounds like...
