meant to be...

it is nigh february, 2008...I swore I would be out of this place by now, but things kept holding me up. now I know why...the gods (one norseman in particular) have been looking out for me, providing for me in a way that no amount of high-rises, concrete jungles, crowds or women with long-legs and brains ever could...

taos is having an epic year. after last year I wondered how it would be possible to go out with a better farewell season...

well over ten feet of snow and a few bomb-holes later the freckles are conveniently arranging themselves in a cheshire grin bordered by goggles and helmet straps...the gums are sunburned...the checks windburned...the mind refreshed...

and it has dumped again. and tomorrow is my first opportunity to call in with a case of the freshies...

and I am wondering - how could I ever leave this place?

I guess I'm in love with the fucked up kid...