the bracelet
After 5ish years of continuous wear, the 90s friendship bracelet I got from BMX Andy that one day in Western Island, once vibrant green and tight on my wrist has finally succumb to time’s unforgiving hand.
This morning I felt a little strange, looked down to see my naked wrist and saw no bracelet. Vanished into the ether.
It’s been hanging on by a thread lately, my sad attempts to keep it taped together failed. I had a feeling it’s days were numbered.
In the end, mine lasted the longest out of everybody else’s, and for that I am proud. Surviving many adventures, jobs and hairstyles, it held on tight. I’ll miss it dearly. <3 -p.
1 comment September 2, 2010
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Big Rock ’10
I write this sitting at the desk at my lady’s new apartment facing a window to a backstreet where one man teaches another at first glance how to ride a bike. He may be just trying to get the hang of a higher seat of a road bike, nevertheless he’s been at it, back and forth, for some time. I respect his tenacity, his friend on the other hand seems to be doing more sitting on the curb than teaching.
My point is, tonight will be the first of many at one of my favorite places on Earth, Big Rock Candy Mountain. A magical place where good friends gather, adventures happen, and lots of food and drink are consumed. There’s a good chance we’ll also be riding bikes.
Another side note of importance: in case you haven’t heard, this new Big Rock season of joy is deemed “the Summer of Sangria”. You don’t have to be there to take part, but if you’re enjoying the sweet sweet deliciousness that this magic drink brings, feel free to invite your friend Paddy.
love,
p.
1 comment May 14, 2010
