i wish god were alive to see this

Conspiracy Means To Breathe Together.

I'll Never Stop A Bullet , But A Bullet Might Stop Me.

Arlie and I had a 1pm meeting with our landlords. A married couple , they were 5 hours late. Like the Rolling Stones or something. After 20 minutes of talking the wife said "OK OK So you are really neat guys..How much MONEY do you you make?"

Holy Crap.

In the end it seemed to go well. We were totally wrecked from the build up and anticipation and walked straight outside to bomb the hills and skate to coffee.

A couple of hours later we were at the Echo for Arthur Ball.

With a sweet bag of natures perfect food , cheesy popcorn.

I came specifically to see Lavender Diamond and Indian Jewlery. Lavender Diamond were/are totally from another planet where we all get along and peace rules. I was grinning like an idiot , popcorn in hand. They are fast becoming one of my favorites , which is why I am putting out a super special and crazy limited 12" from them next month.

Indian Jewlery floored me. It's been awhile since a band made me feel like I was high on acid and underwater. Both bands made me forget that I was surrounded by an unusual amount of hippies , and their hippy stench.

We left and went for chocolate chip pancakes. Come down food. KB and I had the longest and most awesome talk about who and what we love , and what exactly that should look like to a grown ass man and a grown ass woman. I suggested she move to Tacoma , troll the local gas stations and find a MAN who wants to build additions on their little house and watch the same programs. Her eyes glazed over dreamily..You're in the wrong town for that fantasy my friend.

I sent out a smoke signal , went home , unlocked my door and had one of the better sleeps in recent memory.

Attention People Of Earth.

I , Michael Dewitt am in love with Betsy Adams. Not you. Not anyone else. She is my be all end all. She is not my girlfriend , she doesn't want to BE my girlfriend , and still , I LOVE HER.

So yeah , I am committed to someone who may or may not even call me again , and if she doesn't call me again then I am just going to take care of the rest of my life because that girl cannot be replaced.

Shoot me.

I Heard Twisted Up Voices And Animal Noises.

Last day ever of the Echo Park location of Le Pink? Maybe so.

I am concentrating on staying calm and being accountable for life so far. It is new and at times a little scary. Hey , I have to take this leap. I have nothing to lose anyway , except for maybe a little more sleep. I have everything to gain , and maybe , just maybe , my wildest dreams will come true. I have only kept myself down so far , and stopping that means I won't allow anyone else to keep me from making life what it can be.

"You can't say that I did not learn from you."

Happy 33rd Anton. Next year marks 20 of these together.

What direction will this week take me? I wouldn't be suprised by anything anymore. As positive as I front , the outlook isn't great.

"You may be coming from too far away."

After I Get Sick I Just Get Sad.

I am in the eye of the hurricane over here people.

If I think too hard about the fragile nature of my life and living and heart and home , well , I might just pop.

So. I am just slowly and with focused determination getting through each door , one at a time , and whatever will be will be.

I am NOT steering this ship!

In The Shadow Of This Town.

Hold Steady and Les Savy Fav played last night. Old bros were all around.

Caveman Elvis was there.

Tim had a banana eating contest against himself..I stuck with baby carrots.

Oh man , I woke up at 8am and hiked. My life , it's moving forward and incredible things are happening.

The Iffy Notes Of This Cruel Song.

I met this dog , Darla , in the park and she nuzzled that wet tennis ball all over me.

A bun in the oven , keep those babies coming.

If I didn't love Sage I would never , ever let him pick the movie. Avoid 'Firewall' at all costs.

The mornings in my new house have been COLD. But still , at 8:52 am it's weird for Arlie to come in shirtless and get under MY covers. Holy cow.

They Hadn't Any Feet.

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."

"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.

A Beast For Thee.

Sweetie eats cake with real gusto.

"The truth is I give you everything."

It Being The Season Of Being Naked Under The Cherry Trees.

I'm sorry for all the time I wasted
being dramatic over the boys and their mustaches.

Today. Yeah , Man.
Today was something else entirely.
Wow.

Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating In K-Town.

Carter Kenneth Albee , welcome to life on Earth. Yeah man , it's new born city these days.

As our tiny posse grows..Floyd looked at me in all seriousness while making hamburger patties , beaming with pride and said-

"Find someone worthwhile and make one of these. I am serious. My heart has been blown wide open like I never new was possible. Have a baby asap."

Amazing. Everywhere I look. Amazing.

Far Away From Dry Land.

Shelleys shoes.

She brought over a fully cooked , whole chicken. Made bok choy. Made bread. I needed it. Starving and getting ready to go and meet my new little dude.

Ford Bauer and his first day.

He is so tiny , and so swaddled. Black hair and blue eyes and , according to the doctors , perfect hearing!

"And I'll have you and you'll have me."

Hats off to The Champ.

You Broke My Heart.

In the spirit of the night I went to the Echo alone and watched Lavender Diamond play a set of only the saddest songs. It was so quiet , and so good.

Then I went to get some red cake and kept pushing it on Niki , since you don't often get to see someone with magic hair eat cake.

While I slept , at 6:12 am to be exact , Bryan and Dana had a son. Ford Bauer Turcotte , welcome to Earth. I love you.

Sweetie's Home!

What I Don't Already Know.

Just before taking off for Mexico with Sweet Pea , Sage Vaughn and I got carried away at the bakery and bought 26 cookies and 1 custard tart. We pounded all we could and gave the rest of them away to children and old people.

It's Valentines day and without a ladyfriend I sure am saving a lot of money!

Sweetie's coming home today. Since he went and shaved that furry face of his maybe i'll slap a wig on him and take him to the Echo tonight. Sweetie!

Under The Big Black Sun.

I fulfilled a lifelong dream last night. I roamed freely throughout the mysterious Magic Castle! We walked in and tipped the tophat , as instructed and were directed to a bookcase that you say 'Open sesame!' to and it swings wide into a maze of rooms and drunk magicians. We were not allowed to take ANY pictures, which was a drag.

First we ate dinner , which was endless and awesome in it's iceberg lettuce and breaded calimari old man steakhouse vibe. The bill was astronomical , which only made the not so good food totally delicious!

Onto the shows , we watched all the classic comedy and juggling and parlour tricks unfolding , all in the spirit , laughing in our borrowed suits and evening wear. It was so cool that I was nervous. The final show featured my friend Rob , the only reason we were able to get in there anyway. He played the bizarro creepy weirdo to the max , and really takes the art of magic seriously. It was great to talk to him about it afterward.

Thats him in the grey with Rene , Ingo and Brooks , my dudes. He took us down to the basement and told us kinds of history and backstory. He even let me take some pictures , it all made us feel like special magic fans.

After 1am we left , high on steaks and card tricks. The best night!

And I Fell Out Of Bed Twice.

LW , back from Hawaii.

In her white WHITE nurse shoes.

I watched Sid and Nancy last night , alone in bed. A movie I loved when I was like 11. Now it just made me think that while it's sold as a tragic love story , if they had lived maybe 6 more months they would have rolled over one day and thought , "EW. What am I doing with this whining snot factory. I am so out of here." Only in death and legend did it become a love story. I sure don't love MY junkie ex girlfriends , and they don't love me.

I wonder how much my young mind romanticized movies like that , and how much they had a hand in turning ME into a snot factory?

More than I would have cared to admit I'm afraid!

But tonight! Tonight! I am carefully choosing out a tie and shining my shoes , because I have an 8pm dinner reservation at the Magic Castle! After dinner I will explore the castle itself , and I am so psyched. I've always wanted to go , and my invitation is filled with passwords and tophats and a piano that plays your requests even though no human person is sitting at it!

Holy crap!

You're Beautiful , You're Beautiful.

The Gris Gris played tonight. I couldn't stop smiling. That still happens , after all these years. I can be filled with wonder and joy. Thrilling!

I left before Indian Jewlery played which is a drag , but I feel old and tired after the Majestic Hawks brutal , ass specific , stair climbing workout today.

Caw caw!

Goodnight.

Not One More Word Tonight.

This is Jimmy , the nicest and most honest mechanic I've ever known. I can sit and talk with him forever. The only problem is he is also the WORST mechanic of all time. The trade off is worth it to me , and he fixes his mistakes free of charge.(and often) He gave me my keys yesterday and as I drove off the 'check engine light' came on. It's never been on before. Ever.

Thumbs up!

Andrew Clark! 33 years old!

Birthday sushi..

The cake. 'Worlds Greatest Sportsfan'.

Happy birthday old pal.

To Bend You Over My Knee..

Hotdog , I love you so much.

So , an interesting bit of prison news.
My friend Asa just got released after a couple of weeks in Wayside. The same wayside thats been plagued with race riots all month. A bad place for a slight and long hair haired charachter like Asa! So , after being booked into general population he decided it was definitely NOT safe for him in there , he called a guard and requested to moved to the gay wing.

"Why didn't you tell us you were homosexual at intake?"

"Oh sorry , I forgot."

Well they moved him , and gave him his new 'gay' jumpsuit (powder blue!).
But before that they gave him a standard test where you have to PROVE your sexuality. I would love to see that test. The prison gay test. Someone please steal one for me.

Also , apparently the new derogatory term for those in the powder blue is 'brokeback'. As in "Hey Brokeback , gimmie your fucking sandwich!" The far reaching influence of Hollywood astounds..

Tidbit Burgling.

Man. The Majestic Hawk Posse hiked all our troubles away. Again. I've been feeling a little haunted the last couple of days but the Hawk sets me straight.
Endorphins! Sweat! Jokes!

I dream of climbing.

Birds Of America.

The Majestic Hawk exercise club was all over the park today.

Heart rate goes up. Brain feels better. It's a fact. And the sky has been brilliant with color since somewhere nearby thousands of acres are burning to ash.

Viva global warming! Up with the Majestic Hawk!

Yeah , it's good all around. Except for this endless and ever present lonliness.

It's Kept Together By Moving All Around.

Go to Michelle Pullmans blog today.

thegoldenhearts.blogspot.com

Where Eagles Dare.

Golden Hearts vs. Teenage Teardrops.

We got an early start , skated and ate ramen , and then over to the Los Angeles Gun Club.

This place is intense. You sign a sheet that says you have never been commited to the booby hatch , pick a gun or two , buy some bullets and you're on your way. Neither one of us had ever shot a handgun.

We picked the human 'bad man' targets.

Shelly was shooting for the bad guys weapon. Her plan was to disarm and leave them alive. I just aimed for the head. And the dick.

It's really an accident waiting to happen. A room full of strangers with loaded guns. How often to people go postal up in this joint?

100 shots in , our aim and comfort was improving! Ready to kill!

Totally high on fear and gunpowder , we went outside and skated up an appetite for desserts.

Cliftons and the cheap sugar tray of doom.

And just skate it off. Into the 70 degree winter sunset.

I Don't Want To Hear About Your Dead Boyfriend Anymore.

Last night Sage had an opening in Venice. Titled 'I Love You To The Max' , it was truly an uptown highsteppin' affair.

Everything sold , and everything sold to strangers. Strangers with $$$. There was valet parking and some yelling dudes. 'No Skateboarding!' 'No smoking!'
'No drinking in the streets!'

I am consistantly amazed by his work ethic and always proud of my friend on his opening nights. Also , his red mustache is pretty intense.

So it's the Superbowl today , which is like the biggest basketball game of the year or something , and Michelle of the Golden Hearts photo blog and I are headed to the gun range to shoot glocks. Tomorrow our posts will be the same , but different. I am all into different perspectives these days.

I want to see the whole picture.

And I Cannot Live Without Her.

Quite a day yesterday! Business relationships dying and being re-born in the span of an hour. Therapy sessions that continue to illuminate. Crying friends. Suicidal teens. Tow trucks. Unpacking box after box of records..

I sure am glad Rene is home.

It's tough being the only Dad on the block.

And If You Were Gone Tomorrow , That Would Be The Worst.

I am approaching the starting line and in light of everything I now know , it is looking overwhelmingly good. Poetic even.

I am unpacking and moving things around the new place at all kinds of odd hours. It is feeling like home , really good.

(Sweetie's gonna be psyched when he gets home.)

"She holds onto a phantom , She kisses and she hugs him"

You Get The Best Of My Love.

Boo Hoo Hoo.

The little guy was all weepy the wee wee in my bed this morning. Total Mr. Crabby Appleton. I had to get upi and drive him and Leslie to the airport.

He cheered up once he got his mitts on some delicious mashed banana. I can't believe they are gone. I am going to have to fly to Seattle even more I guess.

Bye Leslie. Bye Baby Gus.

I Can't Give Up This Seat I've Been Saving For You.

All moved out and all moved in. Thanks to my stellar crew of laborers.

This was my home , but rather than my usual sentimentality I tried to leave everything in the trash. All little notes and memories had to go. I will not lug around my past anymore. It's a good time to move. Too much happened in that place. It is way haunted now.

I have to thank my helpers who made it swift and painless. Hunter , Tristan , Bryan Ray , Sage , Dan Monick , and-

Ingrid Allen.

Thank you.