Man, I got wild as hell last night. I was at Wolf Hound down the street, hugging everyone, and picking them up and trying to guess their weight.

Later I accidentally stole an awful pair of sunglasses from my friend’s house . . . and a homemade firecracker exploded in my hand after I lit it and realized the fuse was extremely short.

My hand is fine!

I’m OK too, I guess~

My friend Mitch painted this. It is hanging on the wall at Donut Farm.

If you look closely, you will find me in the boat~

Yup. Good-night jerks!!!!!

(Somewhere along the line I stopped having fun here)

I used to have a lot of fun here

Loneliest dude in a seven thousand mile radius I reckon

Biggest jerk in the whole god dang universe, that’s me

After my life burned to hell in 2011, I nearly moved to Lexington, Virginia to live above a god damn book store or something. My cousin lived there at the time. My plan was to get some piece of shit studio with a wood stove and haunt the town at night with that poor son of a bitch. I don’t regret moving to Austin one bit, but I think about Lexington sometimes, and what it would have been like.

My grandfather is buried there in the same cemetery as Stonewall Jackson (whose grave is covered in lemons, I always remember).

I don’t know. I miss Virginia. I was just there. Maybe I can’t help but be a Virginian.

I miss my father too. I told him last night that if I could, I would build a cabin on his property and live there forever. When I woke up this morning he had written back saying, “If you build it, you can.” He said he loved me too.

Well: here I am, a twenty-seven-year-old man, and I’m about to drink some old-ass water and watch The Muppet Christmas Carol in the middle of May. My cat is pissed off because I’m counting his calories and everyone I want to see right now is either asleep or three thousand miles away.

Jesus lord! I’ll tell you, as long as I’ve lived, I have not found another person besides my cousin who will stay up all night doing absolutely nothing with me. I miss that a whole bunch. It isn’t even midnight yet and I have asked practically all of Oakland to wander in the dark with me, and every single person has told me they are “seconds away from falling asleep.”

Man.