trading places

Wow, seriously, it's been forever since we updated this thing. days of josh stories to get thorugh. this will never happen again, promise.

last night at the el bar, josh was sizin up an opponent, making some really red-toothed confrontations. it was gettin aggressive, i was sure it would be epic el bar fight #2 (the first one being last december, remember, with those kids from brooklyn? that one was so freakin awesome, i had to throw out my shirt cuz it was soaked in spit). a third party put out the fire, though (i'm talking about last night), so the fists stayed in the pockets. i dunno, maybe it's this spring season that brings out all the anger and rage. it's a self-defense mechanism. it's natural. it's meant for our survival in the herd.

i asked josh for life advice, he said 'yamaha'.

i rode my bike very fast under the el (the septa thing) two afternoons ago. my heart was pumping very hard and my legs were spinning around. i thought that it was how dogs must feel when they run around. all of my muscles were working. my eyes were very focused on the road in front of me, on the cars beside me, on the people near me. heart beating, muscles working, harder and faster. i rode up the streets, cutting around stopped cars, speeding on the median line, flying through red lights. up from market street, up from spring garden street, up from girard. running, coasting, flying. my eyes looked left. josh.



@ the el bar.