Something Profound

  Okay I guess that didn't work like I planned 

We're at it again. Different song, Same dance. The regulars are all here, few words to say. Like the judged waiting for their execution day. We said goodbye to our family. Goodbye to our loves. Goodbye to our siblings. Goodbye to our sons. For we're about to be cut off from civilization and rules. Relying on our selfs, eachother, our crafts, our tools. The young rambling on, nervous of the task. Me counting 365 'till i get back. Reposting this. I wrote this October 2010. I forgot I could write 

People used to ask me questions about my tattoos and their meanings, and now my response is emphatically announcing "it's a punk rock possum" My parents have given up understanding. About time if you ask me. My cat died earlier this year so I did what any middle-aged man would do, I bought a van this the last picture I had of her on my camera. I think you can see the will to live leaving her at this exact moment. Also a reminder to sign up for my Christmas cards.  i have half assed my art this year. Nothing to note from the photography game. I had some opportunities for paid gigs, but they weren't gigs I wanted to go too. So here's a picture of me awkwardly posing trying to adjust my light.  I did help build this, though. At one point I was pulling out staples that were required to be in there. So as far as helping vs not helping I think I broke even. Not to jump to the end of the story but the skunk here died in a t...