. . . into the head? down into the heart?

love visiting my archive of cute little voicemails from my cute little friends lol

Back in summer 2019, The Final Summer, a broken-hearted Spaniard / my spirit-brother Tombo took a train from Texas to California and stayed with Dante and me at our fortified compound on the Oakland-Berkeley border . . . and during this time he took many fine photos of my life and friends and the beautiful life we once shared. And now, seven years after those halcyon days have long since passed, sweet Tom has gifted me two more. ‘TWAS BITTERSWEET to gaze upon them, but thanks just the same, Tombo!

FULL-SIZE:

My sweet Dante 🥺

Pallas and me at the Berkeley Rose Garden, newly remastered!

(Just then, feeling weary of the world, and a long journey across the sea ahead of him, Ryan fell dick-first into a waking fever dream . . .)

“That is the land of lost content,” said a voice, “I see it shining plain.” Perhaps only Ryan heard it. “The happy highways where I went, and cannot come again . . .”

. . . it actually works!

wearing a fitted leather jacket feels like wearing a suit of armor. it also feels like wearing a hug.

i was thinking just now: callan was the first person i hugged the day i got my leather jacket, and so callan was my very first hug IN that jacket. ain’t that sweet?

(i wonder how many hugs i have given and received wearing my beloved denim jacket? surely thousands upon thousands. of course, i am a beloved celebrity . . .)

also:

. . . it’s true!

yeah dude lol

this is me