where paradise lay

7 days later and my right shoulder is yet to recover. 3 solid nights on an air matress does wonders to the chiropractic needs of an unconsciecnce camper, who clearly prefers with his right side as to guard the opening flap on the tent, and more importantly, the cooler of enablers waiting for the sun to rise from behind the trees and begin its march across the sky towards the cascading mountains painted firmly on the backdrop of this floating escape.

i tunneled out of work at 11:57 and was over the port mann before 2pm. barely ahead of the flip of the hourglass, and the backlog of wiry, caffeinated travelers trying to escape the lower main, on this, the first long weekend of the season, and subsequently, the first camping trip of the season. may long @ harrison lake.

traditions often prove useless, but not this one. for the last 12 years or so, small militias of good friends get dispatched to the , and pending the yearly roadblock, easily anticipated by the lingering smell of underage booze being given back the ground from which it was born. this year, for the first time since about 1999, i drove my own car down the dusty gravel strip to the golden bay.

nice par

im resting at home on this warm, sunny, wednesday. decided to keep the day-off i had so graciously wrestled from my wonderful and rye-relating superior, after being offered the opportunity to spend the day golfing with my dad and our financial adviser, who'd no doubt be paying the bill, on the 3rd-highest-ranked golf course in the pacific northwest.

but alas, TV-guy guaranteed heavy rain, so my dad pulled the plug early yesterday with a sigh of disappointment that only a cellular phone can properly emulate. nevertheless, i have days-off to burn, so a wednesday off for no reason does dangle vacation opportunity in front of me like a fresh piece of raw salmon. and, it was timely in another sense, as i was feeling a slight illness brewing after a weekend of seeing multiple sunrises. so after work yesterday, i loaded up on sinus pills and nasty, but relieving, cherry throat healers, and was in bed by about 11pm, no TV.

woke up at about 9:55am feeling pretty damn good, until i remembered the steel panther tickets i had refused to promise to buy for my brother due to a urgent need for a good sleep-in. especially if i was to perform well at my dinner engagement later this evening. but i rolled out of bed anyway, and buried sleeping theo on the floor, wrapped up like a cat duvet donair. he too had almost slept through the ticket buying non-promise, but seemed disinterested and just slept right there on the floor in his cat meat wrap.

luckily im highly skilled at the online ticket buying process, and i cant ever recall being disappointed buying tickets acquired by my own hand and keys, hitting refresh repeatedly at 9:59, until it clicks, then nervous fingers must be trusted not to fail. quick and easy, i got him a pair of tickets, to a concert i would probably be attending, had it not fallen 1 day before cam's tofino stag party. booked only yesterday over tense phone negotiations with promises of abidance to an 11pm curfew. yes sir, its just a stag party for one of my best friends, so after days full of golf and surfing, we will surely be far too drunk to stand by 11pm.

after securing the tickets i considered re-joining the cat donair in my bedroom, but, it being wednesday, my biological urges were begging for coffee. so i put yesterdays clothes back on and slid downstairs for a large fair-trade columbian blend. i went the long way, as to drop off some empties near the church next door, where people i call 'travelers' sometimes spend the night. the guy i had seen sleeping in the alley last night was gone, but his cart was still there, so i leaned the bag of keith bottles and hells gate cans against the cart and headed down to mac's. pretty sure the cart/sleep guy was playing guitar out front of columbia, and i tossed a loonie in his hat. never-will-he-know that i was also the overwhelmingly generous gentleman who left 4 bucks worth of empties in his closet.

back upstairs, theo was clearly miffed as to why i had returned from work so soon. i started to explain how i had the day off because i was supposed to golf with grandpa, but got rained out. he just looked out the patio door at the blasting sun, then changed the subject by stretching his claws up the side of the cupboard he cant open. i filled his empty food bowl with delicious low-fat brown pellets and he double-weaved my legs before going for breakfast.

i was now on vacation. armed with a large caffeine hit, and a pair of large asshole sunglasses. i grabbed 'the great shark hunt' and hit the patio, to soak in this beautiful sunny rain-less wednesday. theo came out and joined me in the rocker. i spent an hour or so, reading, relaxing, listening, and gettin really baked on coffee. the blend of sunlight, and the sense of intelligence reading provides, dragged me back inside, all inspired by HST to write some sort of wandering story. before i got up i said to theo: no salespeople today! but he was sound asleep in my lap. for the 2nd time this morning i slid him to the ground, no donairs this time, just cat-hair-covered patio carpet.

sometimes when the weatherman lies, it works out for the better. don't try telling my dad that though, im betting he went to work instead, and is right now staring out his office window, with that slight scent of cigars and 6 foot par putts bringing water to his mouth, and anger to the liar on his big screen back home.

luckily, we have another tee time booked for next wednesday.

rain or shine, i think ill be just fine.

oceanography and such

smiles offered often on this pre-may long weekend.


complete with wild-hot-chicken wraps.

strange

deep pockets empty on cold solo mornings

i didnt film the young asian kids banging behind the piss dumpster.
that's not what the camera is for.
'yes it is.' -everyone

if coffee was served all day, id have a real problem.
luckily it gets shut off with the egg machine at exactly 11:04am.
so, water and watermelons is all i have left.
i may be crazy, please don't taze me.

diverse, smart, hardworking, innovative manitobans.
theo hides all my guitar picks under his fancy new rug.
found 3 under there today, he sleeps in the oven tonight.

kissed a cute girl on the shoulder last night, woke up with dan on my couch.
the type of dan who sleeps with his contacts in.
and wakes up with horrifying moans and no cigarettes.

so much for my secret-steve-cigritt-stash.
oh well, im reborn with newport breakfast hash,
browns.

its a collecting day, godda make lists.
categorize that shit.
use a ruler, and one of those stabbers.
do they still give kids those stabbers?
i doubt it, geometry is a dying breed.

well, i'd like to stay, but i might have to go and start over again.

saw stuff fun

i need it all to fall together properly, please, like dominoes.
the gap to the outside holds theo back.
still, he exposes the gaps.
good-boy, dad-cat-guy says.

positives and passionates unite!
good times meet the heartheads!
goals ricky, golds.

i bet the neighbors hate my fake lawyer.
hopefully they like yells, and music with tiger tails and sloppy snails.
background music always gets too loud.

sometimes life should just be that carnival, stopping by the lower lougheed mall parking lot, once a year.

took a walk, came back better

alota screaming in skytrain tonight.
understandable, alota frustrations in the world.
especially in the playoffs.

i could probably kill this feeling with like 4 more beers.
or a pack and a half a day for the next 20 years.
or soap and water in the shower tomorrow morning.

ill have to choose the lather, the suds.
godda clean all the costumes in the tickle trunk.
failure is only funner, when you do it drunk.

more skytrain screams, how will i sleep?
easily, with my dim friend TV.
a soldier of boring, riding the re-run reef.

keep still, rest, the best is yet to calm.

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