I've been thinking of how to respond. With humor? Empathy? Sadness? I suppose I chose all three, and then some. And why not? I've got all the time in the world, as long as it doesn't go past another 15 minutes. I'll skip the shower today. Hopefully everyone will understand. I really hope they understand. … Continue reading Luckily, I Can Swim
We should all be loyal to the nightmare of our choice. - Joey
I've been swinging this giant stick through the bone, the horse is so dead already.
I'm walking through the park, navigating past all the flag balloons and bunches of people flashing white teeth and sunlight off their sunglasses. We all are holding something in our hands. One glance at my hat and the sour disapproval look of liberal haughty Seattleite comtemptuousness is blasted from them like the cold arctic wind … Continue reading I Stand My Ground
And yet, we drive down the street in a 1 ton machine, happily content in the belief the other person barreling towards you in their own 1 ton machine will stay on that side of the double yellow line. The well crafted lie is easier to swallow if it's wanted; if it's easier than an … Continue reading We’re All Just Clowns In A Car
The Boat. has just reached 100 posts! I'd say that's an achievement in itself! I wanna take this time out of my day to say thank you to all the shitty people and things in my life that have made this possible. Without your arrogance, infallible hubris, and overall selfishness this would never have been … Continue reading 100!
It's a solitary tree stranded amidst the lush green grass and dandelion weeds. The wind pulls the billowy circle of seeds into the air, a blizzard blinding the horizon and the white snow capped mountains past that. The dark clouds ominously flash as the electricity is practically humming in the air. A crack of thunder, … Continue reading The Last Will and Testament of Joey Velasco