spencel

i'm the luckiest son'bitch there ever was. a miss teen beauty pageant winner comes to the stillwater cafe where i work, angry that we screwed up her order. i tell her although we screwed up her order, i have good news. so she walks right into my setup and says, "what is it?" and i says i just saved a bunch of money on my car insurance switching to geico. she laughed and the rest is history. she moves to cali in two weeks and wants me to take her for a ride on my motorcycle. do i have a license? no. do i care? no.

i finally reunited with my muse from barcelona after 8 months. saki bombs all night long. at the risk of seeming melodramatic, i am leaving a few excerpts of a poem by cummings to get at what i mean when i say that i am fucking smitten.

"somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near"
"nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility"
"(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands"

Mind you, this poem was written before roses became way too cliche, so don't be quick to hate.
i'm putting up some pictures of our SF road trip and you'll see ben's graffiti art. hope you like. his art and our skating in SF will be in the company video for Ambiguous clothing.