This is one of those entires where you sit down
put your fingers upon a, s, d and f but nothing comes out.
I'm sure you all have done it in one way or another.
Be it in a personal journal at night, or a personal blog,
either way it feels you are writing to your self,
wishing you were some glorious writer who could crumble walls.
I have this horrible case of a speeding roller coaster
and my writers block has front seat.
It usually happens when i start to dwell on a subject
and, ladies and gentlemen, this weeks been 'remembrance.'
I think you all know him, i know him quit well....
the other day i wrote a letter to his father, time.
I was about to sit and write about my day in Wendover.
Dont get me wrong, it was a lovely time...
i'm not even going to tell you how much money i lost.
because thats boring for me to write about....
i'm dwelling on one thing, remembering how much i love remembering things.
how important it is to remember today, even wendover, even losing my money.
I want to open a window and see my old buddy Bryan,
I want to go back and fish the waters of seaque with him
wrangle up dead sand sharks just to haul them half way across town
to show our pops. Then sit on the end of the dock with 3 scoops of rocky road each!
Watching puffins, founder and mackerel dart back and forth underneath our feet.
Taking the short cut in my back yard to his house, so good ol' Mikey can
give us the best advice any man could to what ever mischief we were getting into.
Then turn to another wall in my box to see Jon...
We'd hop on our bikes and peddle as fast as we could to the tree of life.
Sit on the branches and swear the aura of that tree alone gave us the cure for cancer.
Then we'd play hide and seek with golden roamer, his tail would wag so fast it'd thump against his ribs!
Then we'd camp out in Jon's front yard, sneak away, and be tracked down by his paranoid father to remind us we need to wake up in the morning to play each others rival soccer teams.
later we planned out unstoppable Frisbee plays knowing we were quit possibly the best ever, just to be proven wrong by some crazy Canadians! Oh ya Bryan was there!
Oh Those endless Saturday nights flicking and chasing that dream, i mean that Frisbee, down a fresh cut lawn, it smelt glorious.
Then I'd turn and open up the next window to see Craig...
We'd stay up to 5am in the morning just to show up at the local market to buy freshly baked dough nuts, set them out in the basement and eat them, dripping the jelly on our belly's to make smiley faces and waking up my sister to quit possibly the weirdest look ever.
That didn't stop us laughing, nor did it stop her joining in on our laugh.
Those many nights spent under a strobe light with 'wonder wall' blasting its beauty into our lives as we watched the world revolve around us. Making our way to club 33, we ate possibly the best food ever while the Pirates of the Caribbean sang their Yo Ho's to the average Disney Land attendee.
Then i could open all 3 windows, and see all 4 of us, there was probably a tent pitched in the background, we are all laying down, facing the stars, head next to head next to head next to head in the shape of a red cross. We can all testify to the UFO we saw that night.
Its these kind of things I'm dwelling on now, and realizing I'm right in the middle of another memory where tomorrow I'll think back on and cry in happiness.
The fact that i have the ability to reenact these cherished moments just by thinking about them, i couldn't ask for anything more, because i already have the best thing in the entire world and she's waiting for me to come to bed.
I sincerely miss and love all of you who's left a grain of rice in my head like the one's I've mentioned above, because i couldn't remember anything with out any of you.