Hey man! Do you got a Switch or a 3DS? Add me!!
Switch: SW-7500-6665-5416
3DS: 5430 ☆ 1857 ☆ 7024
I have 666 in my Switch friend code . . . cool~
Also apparently I chose different noses for my respective Miis? The Switch one looks better. Oh well!!
ryan current
somewhere in northern california along the route to lake tahoe and reno back in may
photo by monty
wow you know it’s summertime in california when half the people you know completely stop replying to anything you send them!!!!
The other day I was at Traitor Joe’s with my sister, and as soon as we parked, I saw a dude with some sort of blunt object smashing both windows on the right side of this little red sedan. The dude reached in and grabbed a backpack from one of the seats, and then hopped into an idling car parked right next to it and the car took off. It was a two-man job! It happened so fast I didn’t even process what I had seen until the car was screaming through the parking lot towards the exit.
This was in the middle of the day! In broad daylight! In a safe shopping center in Emeryville! I thought, holy lord, these dudes are brazen. What’s more is that as I stood dumbfounded there seconds after this had all gone down, I realized no one else but me had noticed. There were people everywhere. Not one of them had seen it! I walked over to the car and looked around. There was broken glass all over the ground and in the inside of the car. I felt real bad just then.
I went inside and told the guys in the office that someone’s car had gotten fucked up. Initially I hesitated, not wanting to come off like a hall monitor . . . but then, you know, I figured it was someone in the store, and I figured they’d want to know as soon as possible. One of the guys walked outside with me and looked at the car. He was unfazed. He said he’d seen another car get smashed earlier that morning, right out there in the open before the eyes of God and all those half-asleep people. And no one had noticed!
Finding myself useless in the world once again, I went back into TJ’s and bought a bunch of fruit. My sister texted me when I was in line saying the owner of the car was outside . . . a middle-aged woman who was real upset to see that her shit had been jacked. Apparently my sister went over and talked to her, told her what happened, and on and on. And the woman said she was a teacher, and that the bag contained all her lesson plans for the year, and her new laptop that she used for school. Man! This was a cheap mass-produced family car that was obviously owned by someone of modest means. I thought, if you’re going to fuck with someone’s shit, at least break into a fucking Tesla or something!
I went outside and approached the woman, who was standing motionless and alone next to her smashed car. I told her I’d seen what happened, but that I wasn’t fast enough to get the plate number. She touched my arm and said it was OK, said that it wouldn’t have done any good anyway. I supposed that was true. The laptop would be sold as soon as possible, and the backpack and all her lesson plans would be in the trash. Lord, this woman’s face. She looked like she’d lost all hope in the thing. Well, I know how that goes. “I’m real sorry, lady,” I said. I didn’t know what else to do, so I hugged her and she hugged me back.
Tonight for Dudes Done Wrong, we watched ROLLING THUNDER (1977), which is a real cool movie. It stars a young Tommy Lee Jones! Here’s a synopsis from the Dudes archives:
Major Charles Rane spent seven years being done wrong in a POW camp in Vietnam. He didn’t like it much. Now he’s home, finds out some friendly sheriff decided his wife and kid could use a new man around the house. Well, that’s gonna be what it’s gonna be. But the couple thousand silver dollars he picked up at his homecoming celebration got local scumbags The Texan, Automatic Slim, T-Bird, and Melio all riled up and slobbering. They torture him and mess up his hand bad, try to make him give up the silver. Hell, go on and add a minute or two on top of seven years. It’s when the slobbering jerks put a bullet in his wife, his son, and his belly that Rane has been utterly done wrong. First step, live through the gunshot. Next step is either provide descriptions of the killers to the police and take a nap, or to sharpen his new prosthetic hook hand, saw off a double-barrel, and head toward Mexico for some scumbag hunting. Guess which.
If you weren’t there, I don’t know what to tell you, man. Better luck next time baby!!!
my sister told me everyone above was like “oh hell no” and “how the fuck did he get down there”
you can’t really tell here, but it was a steep drop on other side. there were tons of birds on the rocks across the way. it was really cool
My father came to visit my sister and me in California. We rented a cabin outside Cazadero up north and hung out all weekend. This place was nuts. It was so beautiful and cozy, and we were in the middle of this huge forest. All day long the house was shaded by a canopy of enormous Ewok-ass Return of the Jedi-ass-looking trees. There were streams and hills and little bonfire pits spread all over the property. I even found a purple hammock way up high one day and I took a nap. And every night I skinny-dipped in the hot tub with all the lights out in the house, so I was sitting there alone in deliciously hot water in total darkness. Afterwards I’d walk up my own outside staircase to get to the loft I was sleeping in, which was above the kitchen, and I’d play MOTHER 3 and read THE ZHUANGZI (lol) and text Sirengirl. In the morning, we’d all go get coffee and then go find some beach or an old Russian fort or one of the little towns around there. We saw a tree that was like 1,500 years old or some shit . . . and the schoolhouse from THE BIRDS. Man, it ruled. I had not seen my father in some time, and we had a good ol time together.
Here are a bunch of pictures of all that stuff. If the photo looks especially nice, it’s because my sister’s boyfriend-person took them with a camera that probably cost more than my car:
