One Year.

At 1:45 p.m. this afternoon it will be exactly one year since my father has passed away. I’m unable to sum much up into words, so here is a poem that I came across from my Father’s writing collection. Imagining My Mountains Evening paints the blue shoulders of Black Tooth and Cloud PeakThe glaciers on the north side is a royal purpleI ache for my days I’ll stand next to

My father’s last prose.

We had seven years before the ravages of the demons knocked you to your knees. Two beautiful babies came to please. Our honeymoon began on a granite spine where we could survey all that is good in God’s verdant forest choir. You were my beacon of strength through years of my own demons, real and inside me. Your soft caring heart stood with me the dozen trips to the brink

I’m a captain who is pretending his ship is not sinking

Today marks 9 months of Beatrix. Look out hipsters/fauxhawk wearers/and shitty gross people in general….this is the future of Been Deleted, Inc.  This reminds me of a quote from the opus that is “RUSHMORE”, “Now, for some of you it doesn’t matter. You were born rich and you’re going to stay rich. But here’s my advice to the rest of you: Take dead aim on the rich boys. Get them

Pave the World.

found via We’re back from a quick stint in southeastern Antarctica, also known as Laramie. It is back to work for this kid to try and make up some cash which was drained by Mr. Claus and Johnny Mortgage or in our case Jose Monthly Rent. Ah, such is life. I did manage to donate some money to the Montana State Patrol for doing all of 9 miles per