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[kenny]

I’m just waiting for the moment I can break away
The only reason that I stay, so that I can save the day
–Atmosphere

I woke up to a doorbell; face down on the floor amongst an eight foot long fuzzy snake and a bevy of other colorful stuffed animals. It was just hours ago when we were thinking how we would explain ourselves to a police officer. The driver is smoked out; I have an open container (well a glass of Jamaican rum & Coke) and we are on our way to court. The windows on the space egg were cracked, and I managed to tear through a half of a pack of Sampoerna’s from the Waffle House to the court house. Once I arrived at the courthouse I registered with the clerk and waited to talk with the D.A. so that I could try to feel the situation out. After our talk, I felt a lot better and here I sit, back home in good old SLC. I am now on probation in the state of Colorado for a year, but that is easy enough – I will just not return for a year. I was fined $141.00 in court fees, I have to attend an anger management class (which last one day – boy one day and my anger will be cured), and I have to pay for his car window. I tried to explain that it was his head that broke out the window, but that explanation only fell on deaf ears.

There I stood, above what looks like some furry’s wet dream. I fumbled for my glasses and made my way to the front door to let the doctor in. I must say, I appreciate his reliability in times of need – however I hate waking up to loud alarms and doorbells but this time it is justified, for I have a plane to catch.

The extended day in Denver left me feeling quite exhausted, but I had a whole row to myself on the plane which was perfect for catching up on some sleep. Just outside of Salt Lake I was awoken from my head hitting just about every hard piece of plastic that it could when we hit a spot of turbulence. I sat up and I smiled. I hate getting woke up, but this was worth it – the sky was amazing. I fly frequently, but I have never seen such a beautiful sky. The clouds looked so soft and peaceful and turbulence I am convinced is nothing more than the clouds letting you know “Hey, leave us in peace and we won’t shake the shit out of you”. But it was a beautiful end to a good trip; it has not been since my adventures in Long Beach that I had felt so at peace with myself. I got a lot of time to think and I decided just what I needed to change – nothing. Somebody has to play cowboy in this world of fuck. Well my back aches and my insecurities are starting to gnaw a hole through my tender stomach lining so I must rest. I must relax and enjoy as my arm is pulled close. I feel the warmth, I feel their heart, and I feel their love. My brain slows down. My lungs follow and my breathing slows.

Catching the digiCam project up – week 46, 47 and this week’s el numero 48 – Denver, revisited.