Wednesday, July 25, 2007


So I'm ready now (What you ready for?)
I'm ready for life in this city
And my wings have grown almost enough to lift me.

We sit at this bar like any other bar while nursing our drinks and starring passed each other at the crazy shit on the walls. It's too early to be drinking but we are happy to be anywhere. We wait for the roots of our downtown to grind the earth below us suddenly springing us to life like a second wind. This is how it goes in the city. And it happens. The lights go down and we are like nocturnal animals waking up hungry. It's too dangerous to travel these parts alone; I'm happy to be with people I trust my life with. There are no friends better than these. We smile at the pretty girls and make bets who could get her. We aren't perfect but we wear our flaws well.

As it's been said, this is our rock of Gibraltar. This is our Stonehenge. We don't take kindly to your kind who fear our city. Fear is good if you know how to use it. Fear trumps naivety and if you use it right it can keep you away from the streets that even bums don't tread down. We reach the 40th anniversary of the day our city burned down and for 40 years we've been told that we are crazy to stay here. But it's our home and we deem it fit.

painting by Neal Parks

Thursday, July 19, 2007

god bless america

personal components don't have a power button. it's no secret, every culture has technical difficulties.