Rain

The rain has come back.

It's been far too long.

It keeps me happy.

It keeps me contemplative.

It keeps me sane.

Thank you Cascadia. 

Thank you Rain.

Time to brush my teeth and lay beside my babay.

Goodnight Interwebs.

This Waypost

This evening I wandered to Skidmor/North Mississippi Avenue. I wandered up and down the streets before returning to The Waypost on North Williams Avenue which is approximately 4 blocks from my house.

There are quite a number of micro realities between just here and there. I wish I could tell you about all of them, but I'm sure I'll go back. 

I had to get back to The Waypost, it was the whole reason I left. 

I had convinced myself to walk on. It was worth it. I don't question that. But also I had to get back for the time there was well spent.

I returned close to 8pm maybe. Honestly I don't think I know when, but I had 3 beers and some nachos, not necessarily in that order. They were nothing extraordinary (the nachos), but that's okay I'm ready to go back. 

There were many attractive people and good songs to be heard. I read through a comic from Jackie Jones and read a few pages in The Red Book. 

Now I think will rest. Eat some beans and drift to a world narrated by music or maybe Sleepy Hollow with Johnny Depp. Yeah that sounds right. I'll do that. Sleepy Hollow it is. Goodnight.

​Dalton "Restless" Wright Stout: Nov 24, 1993 - Sept 18, 2013

They say a picture is worth a thousand words and but I'm holding a handful of pictures and I'm still absolutely clueless of what I'm suppose to feel.

I'm truly at a loss for words. It's hard to imagine your greatest fear has actually became real.

 I want to say so much, but I can barely move my pen. I've come to type some words to acknowledge what has happened and I can barely believe what I'm doing.

You imagine that you'll act a certain way when what you know is inevitable will happen but you rarely ever do.

I knew this day would come somehow, but I believed it was just over thinking habit because that's what Libras do.

Dalton, I love you so fucking much man. You and Smoggie Catt are the only creatures that bring my eyes tears  

i'll see you in the next life. In an enchanted forest where we can be wild and free I hope.

 I hope you didn't hurt much. I promise I will see you again. I'm sorry I couldn't keep you safe, man. This world is full of crazy fucks. You're free to be a new man. I wish you better luck.

I'm headed to Virginia now. I'll hope you get some sleep now. You've waited long enough.

Goodnight my kid brother. Goodnight my friend.

I promise I'll see you in the next life. The stars will guide us both. 

  Dalton "Restless" Wright Stout: Nov 24, 1993 - Sept 18, 2003

All The Feels

All the thoughts and feels but alas my body just wants to rest. Storytelling will have to wait for another time.  

Smoggie Catt's birthday is tomorrow. 

I have so many thoughts I'm trying to put into writing but right now it all has to simmer in my head before it can become poetry or storyboarded.  

Goodnight.