Sunday, May 06, 2007

Cinco de Mayo en Bellingham, WA, USA

I'm sitting on the porch watching the youth of America stumble down the street shouting profanities. The people on the porch are probably the only sober people within a four block radius. I'm struck by the horror of it, how maybe I'm stuck in one of the modern zombie flicks like 28 Weeks Later. Where are the flags that were waving, the horns that were blowing? Where are the men of renown? The women of honor? Where are the humble, the chaste, the wise?


ann spam said...


you're taking an even longer hiatus than I am!

you had better update! i'm in need of good hippy juice

Matt said...

lol. The hippy juice is fermenting I am just waiting for the next batch to age properly. I am holding my tongue (or fingers) for something original and beautiful.

ann spam said...

mmm... alcoholic hippy juice


I look forward to something original and beautiful!