the ___ part of germany

why i love charles bukowski:

despite a prickly exterior involving booze abuse and crude humor he possessed a pulse extraordinary in its awareness and desperate struggle for preservation of the human spirit.

the way it goes

i went dancing and met this old man. he had long hair and a beer can and once played in someones cover band. he was no poet but the essence of him struck me. an old man on a saturday just trying to relate.

things my grandpa talks about:

upchucking

jail time

hookers and how much they cost

generation generalization

i recognize that we are headed down roads. but every time i hear about the tragedy of my contemporaries -- their cellular phones, coffee choices, facebook idolization or supposed lack of direction -- i am a little disappointed. we are all part of this downward spiral whether we acknowledge it or not -- we have all been birthed to an earth that whilst intrinsically unintentionally we still all have abused -- and to decide a group of persons based on age, interest or automobile preference to be the cause of a decline or the saddest of it all is to me a degree obtuse.

THE BOX

meant so much! i have had a version of it since childhood and it has been growing ever since as i have acquired more notebooks tax documents photographs ETC. today i unloaded dissected and discarded its contents, as i went designating new dwellings for what felt necessary to retain. now the box is no more and it doesnt mean much but sometimes eliminating something as banal as a box flicks the smallest switch in a brain. and you realize you are FREE!

bad idea

every so often as i drift off to sleep i find myself thinking of items ive misplaced. this can be dangerous because i have so many things (tshirts photographs birth certificates phone chargers compact discs earring backs business cards books) that could be so many places that if i go down that road i may never sleep again.