It may not be Gonzo journalism but it sure ain't yo momma's writing neither...

Stealing military equipment from your friend and the cigarette from your mother's hand for a photo op?? Priceless...

Maybe it's just me but an awful lot has been happening lately and things are beginning to get a little weird. Now don't get me wrong, I am not about to babble on about biblical prophecies, ponder away at the metaphysical or existential connotations or ramifications, become paranoid at the thought of a conspiracy theory or get the hairs on my neck upright about the socio-political undertakings blah blah blah...and besides, my barber shaves my neck for me because I am a hairy bastard.

Lately, things have seemed almost positive in the world, as if people have started to come out and say enough is enough already, it's time to change things once and for all. Odd, since we have seen more flooding, bombings, dismissals, upheavals, stepping downs, assasinations, bill passing...name it really, since I can't remember when. But it all seems strangely familiar at the same time.

More centrally however, the events have been strikingly different then what I have been accustomed to as of the last few years. I have won an award for my writing (and possibly a publishing contract) and have been invited to read at the annual International Society of Poets convention in Washington D.C (imagine me with a somewhat captive audience in the HQ of Republican ideology...the fools...), have been working my ass off every day, getting along with practically everyone I meet (THAT is definitely odd...), met someone that reads comics, idolizes dogs, understands the significance of waffles, LIKES the Irish (no, seriously...she not only knew an old celtic band I dig, she could properly pronounce their name...in GAELIC...)

Yes, my friends....things are certainly starting to look promising once again on this 'ol globular domicile of ours...let's just keep plugging away, keep our fingers crossed, keep thinking about others and maybe we will stop fucking things up for a while. In the meantime, I am going to be doing my share by paying less attention to the shit that don't matter no mo', paying more attention to the shit that do, let those that want to hear me proper-like, listen in...let those that do not, go away... and taking a certain l'il someone for another l'il stroll in the park for some more of that drenched to the bone-goofy smiling-hand a holding-java sipping-puppy petting-li'l chile waving at-art admiring- 'sho 'nuff good 'ol time kinda stuff that we both dig the most.

And the rest of y'all ain't invited neither... y'all gots yo' own stuffs to be seein' to proper-like now, ya hear??? Stay sexy and look out for one another.