Hard Core #7

She is not happy about it, but she needs to wear it for 2 hours a day to strengthen the use of her left eye. I look pretty shit-faced. Man, that shit is hard to wear.

Bury Me Like Crazy Horse

Bury me like Crazy Horse:

Unearthable peaks will be my headstone--peaks unmoved

by faith or manifest destiny.

The untouchable sky will be my epitaph--renewed

each day with unwavering vigour.

Unknown to corruption.

Under natural earth.

In Gods true name.

My wife would want me to be doing my fafsa right now, but she also wants me to wear a helmet in a state where you don't have to. It's a completely respectable request--however, it's one of the few things I have to be hardcore in the White Tanks.

Here is a list of hardcore things to do here:

1. play guitar through a blaring amp by yourself

2. drink wine, beer, or Wild Turkey by yourself, or occasionally while talking to a friend on the phone

3. drink black, black coffee by yourself, or occasionally with you wife

4. ride without a helmet

5. get slammed in the face by the fist of Daniel Pruitt

6. Practice your fly fishing cast in the front yard

It has nothing to do with style, as many have so accused me of concerning. In fact, it doesn't have anything to do with being hardcore--it just is.

More Spiritual than your Average Banter

"He turned to appease the fierce longings of his heart before which everything else was idle and alien. He cared little that he was in mortal sin, that his life had grown to be a tissue of subterfuge and falsehood. Beside the savage desire within him to realize the enormities which he brooded on nothing was sacred."
-considering Stephen Dedalus