i’m back in berlin and so very jet-lagged

Yeeeahhhh. Good morrow to you, Gent, my dearest brother So good of you to correspond with me on this day and at this hour, and I say travel well on your little baby trip of weed and coffee for you and back into the psychedelic Darkside Or the psychedelic backside Great idea about the list. I’ll do a little spreadsheet in the old Google Docs and yeah, I was actually thinking the exact same thing when I read sorry I’m in the car which is why I’m voice messaging you because just easier that way I don’t wanna endanger my life while traveling at high speeds Well, not more than I usually do so yeah man I’m looking for that hot action in October. But whatever I’ll figure it out and yeah man hope you’re good dude miss you. Berlin is probably beautiful this time of year. With the frogs are out and the cat in that hat yo daddy is a politician and your mama’s good looking at all right bye for now

last few days i’ve been makin wishes every single time the CLOCK strikes 11:11 !!!

hello from amsterdam, which is always a sort of liminal space for me lol

(when i landed i found a cute voicemail waiting for me from new york city!!)

. . . 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 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!