I just arrived at the cities after spending a day or two in Duluth. Got new glasses, tested for aids, ate some soup, hung out with Ben, Laramie, Andy, Calvin and a few others for a bit, then left. Spent a restless night at a rest area, woke up to snow, drove for a bit down interstate 35 before my car started cutting out, jerking forward, and really just not having any balls at all, by balls I mean any...muscle, any push, any thrust. So...I stopped in Harris, talked to a mechanic, he checked it out, said that only 2 of the 3 cylinders of the geo metro were working, cleaned a spark plug and told me what was up with it for $75. Putamadre. So...it drove better afterwards, wasn't jerking and making AS funny of noises, and now I'm here in the warm abode of Philip and Katie Westfall, keeping it real of course, drinking coffee, pondering about what the day may hold, getting amped up for practice tonight, a show tomorrow, meeting up with friends, then ditching that fucking car and heading south hitch hiking or with Jerry. I hope I get a ride with Jerry, twould be convenient as hell.

In other news, my stomach is still mildly fucked up and I'm still coughing (this coughing shit has been going on for a few weeks now, mostly at night, though seems to fade when I smoke less, surprise?). I spent last thursday and friday of last week either in bed or hobbling around, half bent over because my abdominal region, specifically straight in from my belly button and up a bit, felt like a knife had been implanted within me and would jiggle around whenever I moved. Over the last few days it's been lightening up, though it still hurts like hell to piss, I have next to no appetite, I seem to hold in no water, my once daily bowel movements have been nearly nonexistent and random and painful. I went to the doctor, he asked me questions, took by blood, felt my balls (no hernia, fortunately, and that was the first time someone had ever done that to me, was surprisingly not that big of a deal at all). If you have any idea what this might mean, let me know .


Anyways, here's where I'm at. I stopped working about two weeks ago. I've got some money saved up, and no income. I've got a show tomorrow in the cities, a show next thursday, then I'm on my way down to Texas. The plan is to spend a little time with Leah, hang out in Mexico for a while, get on a sailboat and be a badass crewmember, cruise around the gulf of mexico for a few months, maybe get off on an island or two for a while, maybe get off in south america and look for ayahuasca. While the premise of this escapade is travel, the priorities will surely be reflected throughout as being the holy trinity: music, sex, consumables (food/drugs/alcohol: hopefully as many new as possible) but also a lot of other things. Adventure. The moment. Learning. Living. Dying a good death. Colors. Sounds. Heat. Cacti. What it means to live life to the emptiest and the fullest. Finding out what a man is made of, however young or old. Testing boundaries, finding strengths, being bold, living purposefully. Living intentionally and with conviction, and occasionally heeding to every impulse.