a strange but distantly familiar mood has set in
and I know feel the meandering aimlessness giving way to this feeling that life is cool. shit is cool. i got no where to be but here. and that feeling is a lot like being on summer vacation. i feel like i'm on summer vacation... as a soon to be 31 year old. except there's no smoking weed and making out with skeezers at parties with people I'll never see again. Nah, those days are over and pretty much thank god, though they were entertaining enough. This is the kind of summer vacation feeling from younger days still. When summer was full of promise and the sweetness of not having the Man breathing down your back for awhile.
i guess because ultimately i know that this stay at home gig is a temporary one. it's fleeting. and so are these moments with my kids. and this pilgrimage on this earth; it's fleeting and that's the sweetness of it all.
God summer feels good this year. After all that winter blight on the soul.
scuse me while i take a drive at midnight with all my windows down and enjoy a long sullenwiththevulgarityofyouth smoke while i listen to frank black sing about the promise of Los Angeles.