Secrets

Underground secret meeting today with a bunch of men. It was a beautiful thing. Real humans talking about the adventure of life. Talking about families and death and being present. Like an ongoing living journal, some star trek star log for earthlings. April, 21st, 2012, survived 4/20 and all the stoned bay area, chilled sober and a beautiful day. And today is another day. The madness of gonzo calmed through a simple life. Yes indeed, folks, it did get weird enough for me. Just for today, I'm appreciating taking it easy. Anger rises, anger falls, staying below and moving gently in the vast emptyness, the void in which everything exists. Everything in here is temporary, but it's all existent in forever. The emptiness is completely whole. Why not be present for the ride? The next frontier: mainlining life. Pure, unadulturated reality. Yeefuckinhaw!

Airport Update

Gracious me! It's been a long time brothers and sisters. I'm at the Denver Airport, sitting at the Woody Creek Bakery and Cafe, another seemingly Aspen Valley spun business expanding into the exosphere. I'm sweating profusely. Miles, a young Army reservist who was sitting on the plane next to me on the Aspen to Denver flight, was telling me how because he only cares about enjoying life (we only have one after all) he likes to drink and smoke and get crazy, and I was saying, for the same, only one life, reason, I'm sober. He asked me if I drink coffee. I responded in the affirmative. He told me that he had me cold, I'm not sober. My sweat glands don't seem to think i'm sober either. Between my ADD medication and a serious caffein habit, young Miles may have my number. Relativity may be a flawed theory, but in this case, I'm going to plead it. At least i'm relatively sober. Compared to getting stoned from morning till night, and getting nearly drunk every day by sundown, this caffeination may be some sort of dangerous super sobriety. I'm agitatingly aware of my feelings of agitation. This is no drunkenness, but I'm still avoiding my study of the prophets with this blogpost. So ladies and gentlemen, brothers and sisters both Gonzo and greedhead, I wish you all safe travels. Aloha.

Goose Wrangler