I don’t want to be the whale.

[kenny]

It has been a while since I have just sat down and written, most of the time I try to force my brain to produce something, just so the pages of the hektik do not appear so bare and neglected. Instead of something beautiful or worthwhile I just shower you with mediocrity and that is something I do not want to continue doing. It brings us back to that fork in the road that has been plaguing my mind for a decision. I could take one path and continue down that familiar complacent rut that a lot of us just settle for, or I could venture down the other unknown passageway and see where it takes me.

The weather was fair. The sun had recently retired from its shift, leaving the clouds to watch over us. It was a perfect time for that stroll down that path of unfamiliarity that has been awaiting my arrival. But was I ready? I looked down the other well-known path and whilst it kept calling my name it no longer seemed to have that power over me that it once had. While I was trying to decide, my clove had burnt down to my finger tips, I dropped it on the ground below and snuffed it out with my foot. I fished for my pack, opened the lid and followed the soft filtered sticks to one that was free from the rest. I took it from the pack and placed it in my mouth. I cupped my hand around the end of my clove, extracted my lighter from my pocket, lit it, took a deep drag, exhaled and I said goodbye to life as I knew it and I began that walk.

As the doors opened I started to wonder what awaited me on the other side. The gut feeling that once polluted my mind, would it be right like every other time or was it just another example of my mind playing tricks on me? Fuck this; I am not going down this path, not yet. And just as I had turned to go back a set of hands had reached out. Their touch was soft and it followed my forearms down to my wrists. The light illuminating from the doorway made it too hard to see who or what had a hold of me, and as I began to pull back the grasp tightened, pulling me inward. It was too strong, I could not break free so I gave in, I let go and I followed their lead.

Once inside my eyes slowly began to adjust, and the hands around my wrists were that of an angel. Her hands gently let my wrists go and she placed them on my face. I looked up in to her eyes and I was speechless. My clove dropped from my mouth, but it never hit the ground and at this very moment every thought of despair had been vanquished, and my gut feeling could have not been more incorrect. As hard as I tried I could not break eye contact, her eyes were the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen, soft and filled with love they sparkled and her delicate lips curled forming a smile. She then pulled me close and gently kissed me on the lips and a wave of respite began to flow throughout my body.

The ground began to shake, the bricks of hate, pain, un-surety, and evil began to crumble and the walls began to fall around me. As the final brick fell I felt my legs go weak and I began to descend backwards. I closed my eyes and welcomed whatever was to come with open arms.

The sound slowly leaked in to my mind, softly at first, but quickly it became loud, familiar and unpleasant. It was my alarm, reminding me that another day had arrived and demanded my attention. I climbed out from my safe haven, swatted the evil device that was now screaming for my awareness and began to gear up for a long ride to work on my motorcycle in the rain. As I followed I-15 southbound towards Draper I noticed something so beautiful that I could not do anything but smile. Often I have seen the rain clouds feathered, as if someone had taken a big brush and stroked them downward where they released their moisture over the valley, but today that was not reserved for the sky. It continued all the way to the pavement beneath me, forming a wall of rain in front of me that for some reason I was looking so forward to entering, it was like that dream I had had just hours before, I was entering a new realm and the moment I had passed through its gates the force of the rain had begun to massage away all of my cares. Something about today was very different from all of the others, and looking back I can’t help but to ask... was it all a dream?

The above thumbnail is a link to some video that I shot recently from my first venture with aerobatics. I only had my camera with me so I used it for video, so the quality is sub par, but I hope you find it as peaceful and enjoyable as I did. Enjoy your day, enjoy your life...

[skwirl]

I would like to first off say hello....its been a long time since Ive seen you, remember me, 5'11", spry thin young man, lived by liberty park with a bunch of freaks I now call good friends. You, loud and obnoxious, on acid, prank calling asian guys at 2 am convincing them they need to bury fingers in thier ass or they will be fired from thier jobs.

I guess I would like to say thank you. The music you put to your in flight adventure was soothing and to tell the truth, a relaxing and well matched pair.
I think you should know that through your musings, some of my disdains and troubles have seemed less overwhelming and alot less life threatening. You have inspired me to buy a motorcycle, which I have, it arrives saturday. So hopefully the next time I see you with your head almost in your lap, riding through piercing rain, I can pull up beside you and share this shit we call existance. Thanx again old man.



"if I had to take one thing back, it would be agreeing to give you fucks a quote"

[cold]

That video was the shit! It brings back a lot of great memories of how beautiful Utah is, and how flat Chicago compares to it. Thanks kenny.

[khemical]

I seriously fucking love this video, man. Really beautiful.

[kenny]

Originally Posted by khemical

I seriously fucking love this video, man. Really beautiful.

Thanks.