rebirth, death, and graduationjust wait till episode 6, when we get into our spirit animals

who's gettin' stabby?

kyle?

may, episode four.




for the rest of may, and, you know, to watch it in order like you're supposed to, go to youtube.com/badwoodprojects or just go back to the earlier posts on here.

or whatever. i don't care. this one stands alone anyway.

both teams played hard.

i wanted to go surfing today, but instead made plans to fix my board tomorrow so i can go surfing on sunday or next week when the waves get bigger, if i'm not in new york, where i probably won't be because tickets are expensive, my life is hard, and i am too depressed to affect any sort of positive change in my life.

i sucks to be in love and then still be in love but not be together or talking or anything. it's the right thing to do? i think? i don't like it. makes an emptiness i'm altogether unfamiliar with and don't like. profound shit from a shockingly eloquent set of finger taps. i am not smart, but i do know that we communicated via text message last night and it was exhilarating and terrifying and nice and sad all at the same time.

the third installment of may!!!but first, a few words

words words words.





far too much bad shredding in that one and not near enough jibber-jabber or pirate death. good song though.

next installment has way more jibber jabber, partytime... then what follows is a maniacal race to the end of the month, full of sushi, knee-splosions, egg smashing, surgery, talking, golf, drinking, golf, and a rad song by gold chains. then there's more talking. always more talking.

you can't wait.

i went surfing today and i liked it. dinged my board on a rock, but it was after the longest right i've ever ridden. good times! and also - good way to keep my mind off my mind! so shitty these days.

thinking of taking up boxing at the recommendation of william silverman.

trying to fly east for the week but, apparently, so is everyone else.

anyone got a plane?

i miss my girlfriend.

ex-girlfriend?

man down - may part two

you know it as international mexican drinking day. i know it as the day when pirates die.

another event tahoe would love to forget...

fire in the hoe!

the angora fire still burns and bears wander around homeless, confused, and hungry.

so if you ever wanted to do it, now's as good a time as any to go on up to tahoe, get stoned, and fight a bear.

arnold has called the firefighters "true heroes," while he summers in europe.

i've got half a mind to summer on the continent as well. go arnold!

in other news, things keep looking up for this 10-week road trip documentary debacle that i'll be attempting to co-write and produce while lugging around ridiculous amounts of audio gear. this morning, i got offered an opportunity to go back into the fray on The First 48, this time in cincinnati (tentative blog title: cincinatti blood reds), but i had to turn it down so i can theoretically live in a motor home and tour around the country filming perky canadian boys. every queen's dream, queen!

meanwhile, the weight of the dissolution of my relationship has settled on me and i don't like it one bit.

some things hit you like a bullet train on a sparrow, others are more like the pressure in the depths of the mariana trench on a slowly descending, poorly sealed submarine.

good times!

there's a saying

you've all heard it.

you can never go home again.

not that i'm calling the house i lived in during my most recent stretch in tahoe "home," but i did live there, with a crazy crazy girl who, among other things, got dragged off to jail for credit card fraud, mail fraud, and identity theft. also, her grandparents were there for a while. i have a photo of them that would make you all laugh so fucking hard you would die. maybe i'll put it at the bottom of this post.

anyway, i can never go back there and see all the crazy bear carvings, or the southwestern style mantle, or the built-in desks and shelving in the office where i found some serious evidence that i turned over to watson, or the entire general area where i recovered from my hilarious knee injury and subsequent surgery.

all that's left of the house at 773 mule deer circle is cinders. all that's left of the 200 houses around it is cinders. no way i created near as much weed ashes from sucking bong hits in my two years up in that hood.

my friend eddie is on one of the forest service firefighting teams out there trying to hold it down so people can go and get their drink and gamble on for the 4th of july.

cheer him on, because we all love to get drunk and gamble.

and think about how shit can just go up in flames.
it happens all the time.
houses aren't the only things that burn down either.
do you maintain defensible space?

stay safe out there, america.

i keep telling people how funny this is

and now that i'm finally back from cuba, i can show it... and, for the record, i have absolutely nothing to do with its creation.