1994. fuck. that was some shit. that was my own personal heyday year of hedonism, drinking nothing but coffee and booze for days on end, and sometimes waking up somewhere strange missing a shoe and walking back to where ever i happened to be hoarding up that week fuzzy and half blind. seems no matter how hard i try, 1994 is who i am. guess maybe that was the pinnacle of reckless abandon in my life and i've tried as hard as i can to hold onto it like a cop after a doughnut.
and that's why these things happen less than two hours after i show up for the party... almost every time.
but my life phee-lo-soffee (which is much like Cee Lo Green without the marketing) is simple:
if everyone is cool about it, then everyone will be cool about it.
see, nobody got hurt. sure, this dude was only doing his job, and the fact that we kinda launched off the curb right in front of him is why he did his job. if i was riding my motorbike and some punk fuck pulled some shit like that, i'd probably get in their face and offer an ass whipping, which is much differnt that a warning ticket and a laugh at his expense. there were others breaking laws right in front of us, and we were pointing it out, but The Man does, and the Dude Abides.
and i'll tell you what, being cool about gives great opportunities like one bud in Pittsburgh telling you that you need to know someone that lives in Tucsony and it turns into this.
apparently here in the desert there is only one way to pose for a picture, especially when the dude hauling your slow and out of shape ass around his home trail has convinced you to ride flat pedals on a single speed when he's pushing gears and clickity pedals. there was no fuckin' way i could have even thought about getting a pic on the move considering the knives spires spears shivs and bayonets lining the trail. then again, maybe that was punishment for not being ready at all in any way shape or form when it was time to go.
some more people being cool about is the High School Mountain Bike Association. and wouldn't you know it, they were having a shin dig here that coincided coincidentally with my visit. as always, we rolled in to the premiere just in time for the credits.
be certain to watch this movie when you can and tell me about it cuz i missed it, and support these people being cool about it.
so there you go on yer good friday, with a little inspirational speech from yer unkle dan. go out into the world and be cool about it. and get drunk and others drunk, cuz i'm gunna and maybe we can do that together...