Snapshots, fragments, stories, antics and observations from Dave's journeys in the wild, wild west
(warning: they range from rated G to rated R)
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Is it my imagination or is there something strange in the air? Just Abbott Kinney? In the San Juan region? Anyway, here's a few images from another Venice Halloween.
Born a Midwestern rube with
dreams of greatness. I knew there was more to the world
than the horses in the barn and a chicken pot pie in the
oven. Something beyond the flat, cornfield expanses of my
misspent youth. More than keggers in fields. More than
mindless groping in wheat. So I got headed out West to California to seek my Fame and Fortune. Things
went well. But now, as drive to and fro, criss-crossing the
Freakishfantastical ciudad de Los Angeleos, I can't help
thinking about how much I miss keggers in fields and
mindless groping in wheat. Like they say, the grass is
always browner.
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