An old man walked along an old road. The road was older than the man, and forgotten to even the people of the small town it wove around. Mostly forgotten that is, some knew of it's existence. It was a road that most of those people avoided even in the middle of the summer on a sunny day. There were other roads to take, newer and less treacherous. ( Read more... )

something a person has to carry with them. That's what dead weight is. something heavy, unrelentingly harder and harder to manage. A person can walk miles with dead weight ( Read more... )

im trying to stay lit. light is so easly snuffed out by darknesss. i can ask myself countless questions about how i got to this point. when exactly did the light start to dim? what could i have done to keep the fire burning ( Read more... )

"When he died, it came as a shock, revealing that in our hearts part of us was still rooting for him, unwilling to believe that he was actually a frail 50-year-old man, that the innocent mastery of the voice that sang "I Want You Back" was still undiminished beneath the painful painted cheekbones. And that’s how good he was - after all that, ( Read more... )

This weekend i was very nearly driven into about 5 feet of flash-flood water on a highway. instead, we decided to turn around and wait out the typhoon in a bar. they had a live band who turned out to be pretty good. out front we met a kid who was in front of us on the highway, he had to swim out of his car after the flood waters starting pouring in ( Read more... )

summer is going to fly by. its already almost the middle of June. we're starting summer camps at the barn today - it should be fun.

now if i just get my horse to gain weight without spending a bunch of money. yeah, that would be super-fantastic. I really hope its not an ulcer...

hmm this thing doesnt go past 2000. what a bummer. back then i was writting about neon-stick figures and the justice system. good times.

really, getting older isn't all that bad comparitively. maybe one day i'll learn how to spell.

naw.

i've been on livejournal for 11 years. wow. i feel really old right now.

i wonder what my first entry was about.

hmmm. so livejournal sends me a random message saying i requested my username. i remember my username, it's cemented in my cranium ( Read more... )

BRRRRRRR. Trying to remember why it is that I work outside....OH, RIGHT, I LOVE my horses, I LOVE my horses, she says over and over under her breath ( Read more... )