1-800-LETS ALL NOT DO COCAINE

hey massachusetts, lets be so miserable and wretchedly uncomfortable in our own skin that we only feel okay when we deconstruct everything to the point that there is no longer any soul or essence left in anything we touch, ok?
6 months left to go here. got a nice surprise from bailey showing up in town. of course, its supposed to rain the couple free days i have that we could ride.















really wish i had a copy of andy earle's patio tapes. 1-800-for the love of god, can we all not do coke? its been years since i've heard it. been too long. seems shelby was involved.
lately i feel the urge to do anything physical just to feel alive- snapping my wrists all night with rubber bands, tightening my stomach muscles while i pace the floor (its tricky like the pat-your-head/rub-your-belly thing), wearing as little as possible so i can be cold.
looking forward to ass-long trips through the high desert, red rock and mountains on bike with chico. weminuche camping trips... my new sleeping bag is bored here. chris m used to do pulls on the van window while transporting crap between stores. anything to keep moving. speaking of, i think i've acquired restless-leg syndrome. its been a couple weeks since it bothered me while trying to sleep but my legs were getting so jerky that i couldn't lay still long enough to fall asleep. it would go on for 2-4 hours most nights. maybe i'm just so tired now from being up late at a night job that it doesn't effect me....