I’m back in the Polar North, back where I don’t enjoy the riding because it all goes straight up hill, back where I live alone in a small cave with nothing more than my books and NPR to keep me company, back to where I don’t want to be but where I have to be now.

Being in SG was great. I saw a lot of friends that I didn’t get to see last time. The Gurrito was top on the priority list, check, cute little baby. Gurr may get upset at me for saying this but Papa Gurr is a proud papa, period. Again congrats Ryan and Lacy. If you’ve been over to the Crawling Spider Gallery, then you know that Bryce and I rode the Goose. It was worth the six hour drive and not sleeping to ride. I love the mountains, hell, I even learned to love the coast even if the ocean still scares the shit out of me, but the desert is home. The sand stone formations, the dry heat, the friends, the family, ah yes, I can finally call this place home. It saddens my heart to think that I probably won’t reside permanently in SG again for a while, or possibly never. The world is big, I’m small, gotta see it all.

I’ve mentioned this a couple of times, but never really came out and said it. I’ve been writing a lot. The silent absence that is my residence has fomented my creative juices. This is what I do, what I am and now what I work to not starve doing. I should graduate this year and writing has to take up  the slack after that. I guess I realized it was time to do it. I’ve been working.

Anyways… You’re all invited to escape the heat whenever you want, but I’ll be back in July.

 Peace. Love. and Revolution.