come on people....

at least pretend your reading what i have to say. but alas all this will be put down in some books one day,and then you can pay to read it.

so today again,another beautiful day. in the high 70s and spirits high as well. just finished dharma bums in like two days,man did it renew my energy.reading about his travels and adventures reminded me of my own,and i should have written down the beautiful words running through my minds river last night as i finished the book and went outside to ponder and have an evening smoke.my dreams have swept those words away as i tryed to recall them sitting on the 3rd street promenande smoking my cigs with any streetwalker who came by to bum one.waiting to talk to the manager at p.f changs.
the house was quiet and way too early for me to sleep. i was greeted by sweet little molly,that furry whore who lives at the end of our hood.her skin is still irritated from them switching the formula on her but its getting better,and ill help her out anytime scratching her cute little butt as she intentionally backs up against anyone willing to pet her.
we talked as i smoked,i mean i talked and she listened. feels good to have a doggie friend to keep me company while i miss my own sweet monkey,patiently waiting for me on my porch in the red rocks.if anything i hope she is still there when i return.thats my hearts biggest longing,to play with her again,maybe even take her on long jaunts through the mountains and canyons,with nobody to bother us as we wander and enjoy the beauty of the open earth,sleeping bag,food and notebook is all we will carry.i want to dissapear with her and i want to dance in the mountain meadows and roll in the red dirt like i do here in the ocean and the sand but without my doggie soul to partake and queitly listen and never judge or never complain that we trekked 20 or so miles that day. crazy this love for my dog.i think of her everyday,as much as i do all the wonderfull souls i left behind as well.

each job i applied for this week i just missed by a day or two.we just hired yesterday i heard,or monday however close it may have been. but i believe in all that worked out for the better. i will be placed where i need to be so im holding out untill then,letting the greater and wiser spirits from above hold my hand and lead me along for the ride.
I made it to p.f changs today,after my smokes in the grass and coins dropped in the cups of those less fortunate around me.
the manager loved me.probably the best response ive had so far here.he said because of the holiday rush they cant do anything now,but he def wants to set up an interview early next week so be expecting his call. i give them till wed.before i burst back in those doors smiling wildly and working my mojo to get that job.they were rockin and im sure i could make bank there. and i need it soon,because mike comes jan 5th. my traveling companion on his way to mexico.i sacrificed all winter plans for mtl,vegas,and L.a but have no regrets.its been amazing and i couldnt have asked for much more on my plate or you could label me a glutton.

I have some trips planned for his arrival.first thing is a road trip up to our favourite, big sur. for a ten mile hike through the magical redwoods and drink jugs of wine as we play with the wood sprytes and make our way to sykes hot springs.
Then maybe out to mojave where i went for the moon tribe.so we can holler at the moon and far from the city lights so we can see the stars winking at us.
wanderings down venice beach aimlessly with no cares,like i have been doing all week.
the weather still holding like the pier that was almost destroyed yesterday from the powerfull blast that mother ocean has been throwing on the shores.the biggest they say in the last year and a half. and glad i was here to witness that power. it called me as i stripped to my skivies and dove in to get blasted by this monster of white foam from some distant shore. maybe carrying the thoughts from my friends in portugal or the secrets from some little kids as they build there sandcastles and dreams and hide them in the sandy fortress.only to be swept away by the waves, burying their secrets forever from those adults who dont understand because its too simple for even their simple minds.

Im reading the prophet now from kahlil gibran.ever read? another fantastic read of just what i needed to sober me up from my fighting with the wicked spuds turned into spirits.the vodka im talking about.but i do enjoy the battles i must admit. just like the battles of wine me and mr.simpson would have before noon on the dusty desert porch.or the ones shared under the moon with sweet honey B who drifts ever farther away from my mind like the fog blowing through the city tonight.but in a healing way not a bad forgetful one.who could ever forget those words and the eyes that can pierce the soul of mother theresa.

now im off.to kiss the barbara striesands (not spelled correctly im sure,sorry barbara),the most fragant of the roses i have ever come across are blooming again on our porch. and if you have the imagination or the will to smell them,i kiss her tonight under the foggy sky and blow it your way.its that fragrant you will pick it up im sure. even in paris or portugal or moab,or wherever you happen to be tonight while in my thoughts and in my heart.
and merry christmas to those i didnt call today.im calling with the love that abides in me so im sure you will feel it anyway. if you just open up like those beauties opening on my porch.