Thursday, August 24, 2006

There is no more unerring, nor more beautifully sounding alarm clock than the cackle of a rooster.

Friday, August 11, 2006

Life, sometimes

Sometimes it's hard to figure out just how life got so fucking good. How my best friend's a winemaker in California and his fiance is a writer. How I scored the best goddamn woman in the world. How she runs the show at the local Italian restaurant and knows how to live. How I jump on my bike and ride down a country rode to buy a bottle of Cazadores from the best butcher around. How my sister's in love with an amazing gal and has a beautiful baby girl. How I wake up to roosters crowing. How the weather can feel so perfect, the air can make me sing. How the most epic road trips lie just up ahead.