Fisherman’s Blues

There are these chance encounters you have that inevitably will alter the course of your entire life. When they happen they aren’t so apparent; just seemingly accidental occurrences in our otherwise unremarkable days. For me, meeting Kyle Palmer was one of these life-altering events, leading to a friendship that would span over twenty years and lead me on some of the wildest, funniest, and sometimes life-threatening experiences I’ve ever had. There is not a single person on this planet that is or was anything like Kyle. You’ve never truly lived unless you’ve rode as his passenger in a vehicle, flying down the freeway at impossible speeds, possibly seeing your existence flash before you like a super-8 movie as part of your soul leaves your body and is now looking down at you. Something like that. He was simultaneously the Ace of Spades and the Joker in the Pack. Read More

the science of dwindling keys

my friend has this theory about keys:
that if you hold on to them after you relocate to a new place
and they no longer serve their intended use
they will form a vacuum in space
draining and sucking life from everything that surrounds them
into a black spiral of the great nothing
to twist and churn like new molasses
or corroded motor oil rotting in an engine block
a forgotten car carcass on the lawn
a vacuole in a cell that stores no water
caving itself in

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