Perfecting recipes for my new fry daddy, hanging out in the trailer park, riding bikes in a fifteen mile an hour wind, poking bear scat, floatin, picture taking, trail exploring, keeping up with the chaos, finding worthy conversationalists, staying up on Lost...
The mad ones, the odd folks, the few that've found some balance, and the ones that are on their way.
Anything my friends do, old skool beats, drum and bass, not so much house, but a little, hip hop in languages I don't know, yet, the classics, the oldies, leave the country in the hills, everything and all, except most of the newest stuff they call radio...
All five of the ones that I haven't seen, yet.
Lost. Nuff said.
....A little Voltaire, Mr. Vonnegut, Jr. and his abstract views that make so much sense, Stephen King and his forever dark fantasies (especially the Dark Tower series), Calvin and Hobbes cause I'll never grow up, Langston Hughes and his revolutions that'll be always backed, Ender's Game and a few of it's following, the Lord of the Rings once and again, choose your own endings (Haha, blast from the past), and, a lil Dr. Suess and Oh, the places you'll go.
Fuck heros. Be your own.