Madison Heights, Virginia.
Listening to songs, drawing pictures, drinking beers, thinking about the world.
beer
Madison Heights, Virginia.
Listening to songs, drawing pictures, drinking beers, thinking about the world.
I did a lot of walking today. Met up with Tim and we hiked the Lower / Upper Macleay parks all the way to Pittock Mansion; stopped a few times to just take it all in listen to some Sigur Ros and Deerhunter.
Passed some awesome trees.
The last mile home after crossing the Broadway Bridge I decided to walk barefooted.
These new shoes aren't quite broke in just yet and it felt absolutely perfect outside.
It was a great decision. This weather is so perfect.
The moisture is starting to build up; I can smell and feel it in the air. Autumn is just around the corner. Almost time for the rains.
But now it's time for beer, Radiohead, and some noodles and cheese.
Goodnight Interwebs.
Listening to Wilco. Cooking jasmine rice and sautéed veggies. Thinking of Jenny and Avani and Blue Moon beers.
It's way hotter than I expected this apartment could get.
True it sucks, but I feel very fortunate to not be in the Southwestern United States right now. That's some fucking intense heat.
Someone should bring me Smoggie Catt and I a cold brew or two!
Hi, I'm A.B. Corduroy.
I choose to live like a rockstar for the duration of my friend Smoggie Catt's life after which I will devote my life to a more intense written form of my philosophies and deeper self exploration.
Change is inevitable. Evolution is guaranteed.
What's the real difference in enlightenment and insanity?
Running to and fro. Packing, unpacking, and everything else. Now to drink a beer, listen to some mellow music, and cuddle with Smoggie Catt. Making coffee all day tomorrow. Come get your fix Portland.