
Kans Have been Jammed. Summer is upon us. We beckon its warm winds with shaeffer and belgium delights; We meet its nights with minor fisticuffs and gentlemanly games of dice and kan. Daily routine consists of fixing my bicycle, breaking my bicycle, making images I've wanted for years and sitting on my floor listening to Bon Iver. One can't complain, it is wrong to ask much of the trife life. Traded in alchoholism for coffee and monster energy drinks, traded marbs for mavericks, meals for pickens. Started training for summer, hiking with my 25lb pack in the woods, not eating, not drankin, livin off caffeine and mavericks. And Bon Iver. Got a few dyptichs lined up for this week. Gotta talk to some carneys and get em to stop the tilt a whirl for me. Man with a boat is gonna ferry me to a little church. Getting knucks tatt'd, staying far away from Buffalo gals. Gotta go to the casino and play cards to make extra scratch for my trip. no time for love Dr. Jones
