The first snow

The first snow means something to everyone. Some have related the welcoming of snows arrival with a loved one now passed away, others just seem to find a place in their heart for the first blanket of white. Of course; many New Englander's can relate to this and within two weeks start shooting their mouth off at whatever encompasses winter.
If you have been reading this blog since it's birth, a year ago this past November, I'm hoping this post will seem like dejavu. Last years first snowfall was discovered on the morning of Dec. 6th, except I woke up in my own home this time. We all woke up in our own places of residence. There is someone who I wish could have shared this morning with, but that's the future.
If there is any proof of the changing times it's the difference between the posts of lasts years first snow to this years. Finally after a year has passed there is meaning to all of these post's, or at least a connection to be made. Every one's lives have gone through a change, in my case, for the better. Not to say I regret the morning of baby winter a year ago, but the hangover was like sitting in Barker's bass drum during this summer's solo; pounding and spinning, pounding and spinning.
The beauty of this first snow connection is that it wasn't planned. The coming of the snow and the powder-coated trees this morning made me want to write. Only after sitting down I realized it was the same thing a year ago...just a writer with an entirely different mindset...and a completely changed outlook. The real secret is this; taking a late night walk as the snow falls, before the rest really have a chance to wake up and take it in. It's almost as if the first snow is a gift acquired all for yourself. It is a gift of silence and exceptional aesthetic appeal but most of all a state of mind.
Some of the best conversations I have ever had with another person have been during walks in snowfall. Something in the snow brings out the truth in people. I will never forget a talk I had with my father at 16 years old walking in the snow; that's between him and I. My walk in the snow last night proved no different. Around midnight I put on the boots and Carhartt with more enthusiasm for a walk with the dog than I have had in months. Conversation was limited untill modern day technology was used as an outlet. My conversation fit perfectly with the first snows mood, even though I was walking through it and she was in bed. This is beside the point though. There is a rhyme and reason to most things in life, that is a belief of mine, but, if you fumble a line or don't think things out, that rhyme could fall flat and your reason could be clouded.




Cheers to this years first snow:

Iv'e got so much to talk about...

Dec. 3rd., 2009

Christ...all I can say is...wow. It has been a long time since I've written for the blog.
Motion City Soundtrack eases it's way into my head.

If you have ever heard the song "My Favorite Accident" by this band, my life is equivalent to this.

Whoever may be reading this..I'm back.

I have decided to write again in a different aspect....a positive side.

Life right now is gaining speed every second. All of the crew is growing intelligent of the coming years. This is a strong beginning for a group of friends that had no concept of the actual world itself, lets say, a year ago?

Whoever has followed this blog knows it's all a story; if you we're there...then there's no question.

Many a night was spent in this states witch attraction. Still....my ideal anticipation for the future friendship of the entire FaMiLy has been awaiting recognition; we all have our individual aspects of life. The theme here is this..."I believe in medication.....it's so uplifting fuck yea" My friends and family are what I live by. Right now, I have everything. Discretion is something that is an art in itself. Knowing the life that awaits you...no matter how the outcome may be..is still something that you have made for yourself. And God damn!!, don't set yourself up for anything your not prepared for. This is the problem with our countries culture...we don't deal with it until it's staring us in the face. This bottom line issue is what fuels our paranoia in the first place.

I'm back, with a brand new outlook. Life has to follow your lines. Happiness is found in the scarcest places. What matters is that one other thing that makes you happy. Maybe it's someone else...in this case, yes. I have a bond to my friends, but also to another. My family is my foundation, and anything, or anyone, that makes it's way in through the solid rock wall of years and unbreakable bonds is welcome. This is what I have found and it inspires me to the fullest extent.

Finally.

Happiness is something people take advantage of. To be content and happy is a blessing. To have something to depend on, and work for; while having someone supporting you...just incredible. To know that friends owe their past to you...and you to theirs....just makes a person level.

To be able to sit down and think about why life is going in one direction or another; and then realize it in fact is a virtue. What is even better is knowing exactly why these crazy things happen.

Noize is going so well. It has been so long; throughl ong nights and questions....our company has survived....the true message has been put forth. We are building a fan base...slowly but surely. From the sticks to the bricks, we represent the individual spirit of any generation; trying to make something of themselves. From legal issues to bad relationships...this company has survived....because of the message.

What is the message? Define it for yourself.

Do what ever the fuck you want; just stop the hate on other aspects of culture. I don't want to hear that a band such as "Blink 182 sucks" because you like Motley Cru at 20 years old in 2009. Think about it.

NOIZE CLOTHING 09. The begining.

Whoa.

Yes...once again, I have failed to keep up with this. The rain has been relentless; June has given us nothing but wretched hangovers and a serious bias twards the weather. Things are entirely to busy for everyone, but we are all still trying to make things work....and things are working; slowly but surely.

After a long one.....

A night post. Doesn't happen very often anymore. Not even sure who's keeping up with this.

It's truly a great time right now. Everything seems to be falling into place.

When your trying so hard to get a point across without directly SAYING it; the real fact comes out.

I'm right here, waiting for whatever is to be dished out. I only wish everyone else can welcome the future with open arms for what it is. Things change; and so do people, but there's always the root of attraction that will get anyone through. Every day should be taken by itself, and probably with a grain of salt. Everyday, as you leave bed, it's a challenge.

A friend of mine has a saying:

"Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle"

Everyone has their own battle's everyday; it's just they way in which people deal with the battles that's different. Sure, everyone has their own problems and tasks to attack everyday; it's all in mindset and preparation. Making sure that your head is in the right place makes all the difference.

Despite the battle and the approach, there's two things that everyone has in the end; regardless: their friends and someone that will listen. There is always someone that will listen. When it's all said and done, the day's over, and it left with all of its troubles...tomorrow is another day, just waiting to sneak up on you.

And tomorrow is almost here. Christ, June 5th....where has the time gone...and what have we done? We have started the buzz. Put your guard up; tomorrow's a big day.

I embrace it.

....Its just....how to get your foot in the door? Trying to establish a company and a fan base; with support that doesn't come and go with the weather is difficult.

I wish this never ends, it's a funny thing you know. Get your feet wet but don't dive in; it also looks as if we're slipping in. Why stop it? It makes no sense to fight something that only makes someone happy. And it makes even less sense to jump to thinking about the future and not the present. Time tells everyone if they were right or wrong in their own way; I'm willing to take the discipline if I'm wrong.

As the world spins and spins out of control what are we to do? We are taking hold in what we have been provided with, and keeping it safe, in what ever way we can. There is going to be alot of that this summer, on both ends of the spectrum. 2 weeks was the best thing that could of happened I think. Now its time to move forward; one of the best feelings in the world is moving forward with something that's already going well; I embrace it.

Noize site is going up soon....Noize blog? We are prepairing to launch.

Ok...it was the weekend.

So, havent wrote in a while; things are snowballing. My brain spins faster every day. Noize is growing; and so are my nerves. There is so much to do and think about. Just sitting around constantly thinking of new ideas and concepts to bring onto the table...endless.

Its just game time in my eyes. It's very up in the air right now; everything. Excitement doesnt explain the begining of this summer.

The wheels touch down today..thank christ.

Big happenings.

Noize is slowly planting its foot; and we'll stand like a brick wall as long as we can. So much support from so many people; thank you.

The past is finally gone. The past eats and eats until there is nothing left, and when the past finally retreats; when you have finally gained the upper hand in the fight, it still wont be over. The past is something that can always come creeping back. Old habits and false pre-tenses will never be erased from memory, but it's the decision to face the facts and continue on. However, never say that the battle has been "won", because surely, no one can simply "win" the fight with the past; put your guard down for a second and the future will hit you harder than the past ever could have. This morning I feel like I'm on top of it.


Ci manchi!

Dreams.

For the longest time, my dreams and nightmares have been disappearing into the darkness before I can even comprehend what was going on. Hardly ever do the images and feelings stay with my head anymore after I awake. Except for this morning.

All the sudden I know 75 percent of the dream I had last night. We we're auctioning off a canvas for a good cause. The family was there..except with a different energy and vibe; a good one at that.

I think time away from a person is one of the best indicators. Time to think and sort through each individual aspect of what things mean. I've said it before, and it's coming again...it's the quality of life here people; being happy with where your at and the people around you; from family to foes.

What dreams actually mean is out of my hands, and frankly I don't care. For me; it's just re-assuring that a positive dream was remembered. It takes certain emotions to retain the feelings from a dream after you wake up...and there's nothing better then waking up with a smile.

It's a good start to the week (even though its Wednesday); being off for 3 days chewed me up and spit me out. It's that much closer to Friday, which is that much closer to next week.




5 left..

It just takes piece of mind.

When it's crazy at home; it's a trainwreck. Sometimes, if you don't get away, you will start to loose control. Nothing compares to going from this place we call home to silence. That's the biggest thing. No sierens, honking horns, screeching tires, rice burners...etc. Just the natural sounds up there, which is usually next to nothing; the wind filtering through each and every tall pine, a loon crying out accross the lake, and even the crack and pop of a freshly lit campfire.

Central doesn't even know what it's in for this summer.

There is always the first day back; pulling off of route 1 and getting right into the mindset; the grind. But home still provides it's comforts; a good Italian Sub and the family ready to re-cap the events enjoyed by all.

We're on a six day wait...the worst is over now; anticipation circles my head day in, day out.

Leverage is everything

From day to day life, or a lifetime of battles; leverage is our best friend.

Working in the kitchen is one of the most dangerous places. There's always mixing, folding, whisking, pouring, searing, cutting, chopping, frying, boiling, yelling and most of all...your supposed to keep a smile on your face. Leverage can be literal such as using a stool to get a higher angle on stirring something in a bowl or, leverage can just simply be having to go into work at 11:00am instead of 8:00am. Regardless, find leverage in everything you do.

Get the upper hand. We have the upper hand.

Not much to write about; not too insightful this morning. Its also going to be 90 degrees, mother nature is giving us a summer appetizer, and I'm going to be preparing exceptional meals for ungrateful swine. The way the world spins will never cease to amaze me. Fight that fucking swine-- from the legal system to your local boys in blue....leverage people; think about it.

Atleast the sun's out.

Didn't want to face the day today. Two weeks is a long time; I'm already trying to fill the gap of days in my head with trips and work, just making sure I don't have enough time to let my mind start working against me. That's probably one of my biggest enemy's. Out of everthings Iv'e lost, I probably miss my mind the most.

Sometimes a Monday is an extention of the weekend, what the hell right. When Tuesday rolls around, it feels like monday; there's already one day gone.

Fight that swine...you will hear it over and over during the summer. Wick was succesfull in his riddle yesterday. Let's take that as a sign of brute intelligence and craftsmanship; and he's on board with us for the invasion.

Noize made round' the world...possible new slogan for the site. Also...optional new variation of the "Stix to the Brix" -- "Wood$ to the Hood$"

Well... the morning is burning away....dont quite know what time it is accross the pond. Reguardless, we await the return... and damn, this summer should me a memorable one.

Its time.

When I say this I mean it. It was a long weekend, but not a normal one. Noize is well on its way.

Woke up on friday to a quote that describes my mindset going into this weekend.

--" Id rather make my name than inherit it".

To put it plainly, dont just take what your given, create your own name, your own backing.

A backing is a foundation, something to "fall back" on. No, im not talking about being smart with jobs and what not, making sure you have somthing to go back to incase life fails you. In my eyes, life doesnt fail or pass anyone, it's a matter of what the person can take from life. Yes, if it all goes south, if we all loose the five years of passion; I can survive. Everything in my power will be done to make sure Noize Clothing is put on the map as a major east coast company. There is my statement; anyone that chooses to dissprove that notion can just wait for the invasion.

$ ? $

The rich may get richer, and the poor get poorer, but the happy are truly the fortunate ones. Nothing else should matter. Obviously this isn't a possibility due to the fact that we are a society driven on sex, violence, and greed. In no way am I perfect, nor do I completely denounce alot of the cultural norms that have become common. HOWEVER, to distinguish yourself from those things which you believe in and go against is a virtue. Don't listen to the swine, for christ sakes, does anyone decide what the want to wear, watch, listen to, read, even purchase? (hardly)

What's wrong with looking at the situation around and saying "fuck this"; nothing in perticular. It's alright to challenge your surroundings!!!! Everything this country was buiult on is from challenging cultural norms and scoiety's big bad thumb pressing down on the one's who haven't a choice. In our time, it is a case of the $$ up top....that swine. The swine that have royally lined us up with a stool and did the deed. As far as I'm concerned there are no excuses. Around here, we make due for ourselves, or atleast my primary group does.

The big picture get's bigger everyday. The division among people is so great, yet so damn close. When you think it all makes sence, even for five minutes if your mind say's "oh thats why"; it won't be long. Everyday is going to provide problems, increasing problems with more and more drastic consequences. Hold on.

Take nothing for advantage for christ sakes.

Tue. morning....busy day. 5_3_ (anticipation).

The adventure is here.

It's summer, what can I say. Finally, after this winter and all of its torture there is some light. Not in the sence of new life for wildlife and the woods, but new a new confidence. It's all there for a taking, just open your eyes.

A clean sweep last night for everyone from the penthouses to the slums; it was Boston's night.

Waiting isn't a possibility; its the planning and anticipation that counts. Find confidence in whatever you can; regaurdless. Most of all, appreciate what you have obtained, and do everything in your power to hold on tight.

Monday, Monday.....Here's a tip of the hat to winter and all of it's fury:

We'll be here to meet you again.

Gonna take a freight train, down to the station, and I don't care where it goes.

Murphy's law will come in to effect. When things can go wrong they will, when theres doubt, there is always possibilty of failure. Failure in any sence of the word; it depends on your goals.
My first instinct this friday morning was to get up and go...just fucking leave. Everyone does it anyway's, they just dont go as far as I want to. This place get's to me, and when closure is finally found; that too is taken away.
Confusion and chance have had a big influence the past few weeks on my mood & attitude; the change was welcomed. ANY change was welcome, and maybe thats it, it's what we all need, a change of pace compared to what 'they' tell us to do.

Why do other people decided our future, who decided what quality of life IS anyways? Education kills me.

I am no fortunate one. Spit on the silver spoon. The future holds no bounds, but the present does, and for good reason. Nothing gets through my head without a damn good reason. Why do we always have to settle things NOW?; for fear of losing it. And losing somthing that you've been working for without yourself even knowing makes everything that much more of a whirlwind of shit. Because after somethings gone, and there's nothing that can be done...then you realize how important it was. If the loss results in no feelings at all, then you didn't want/need it that bad. When your dissrupted inside, deep down, knowing that what you lost was an increadibly positive thing, all you can do is shake your head. What makes it allw rap into a tight little bow is when you dont know till it's gone. It's the nature of the beast.

Happiness comes in the strangest forms. From a left handed cigarette or the best vanilla cupcake w. chocolate frosting and rainbow sprinkles, it's all what makes you tick. When a person knows what they want, it's not always the easiest things to execute, all someone can hope for is a chance. And by god if you see it then grab it. The last thing anyone needs to feel is the feeling of losing something they never knew was important to their way of life. You can't always get what you want...but if you try sometimes, you just might find...you get what you need. Find what you need before its GONE all togeather. And this battle begins....

-Just some thoughts going into the weekend.

Hump Day.

Its not the best of weather, but it's alright. One exam to go untill total dis-connect from further education. That summer sun is right around the corner,;oh the summer sun!

Not sure how I'm going to regulate posting yet, who knows how many posts will go up throughout the day...

5_3_ tonight. Bruins and Celtics, looking forward to it.

Taking a bad situation and making it right, that's what matters. No matter the outcome, if you can take a situation and do your best to turn it around, in the only way you know how it is a gift. Why? Human nature...when potential is seen through tired eyes, the beaten and battered get new strength.

THIS IS IT!!!

I'm BACK!! Yes, it has been almost two months since my last post. Why so long?..the winter was a bitch, and the waltz into spring was more like a stagger. Everythings alright now though...two final's to go and summer. The word brings promise and oppertunity to mind.
This is what writing's about; putting on an old CD and just writing. I plan for an eventful spring. With the Noize site due to be up soon..new T-Shirts, stickers, and a friggen legal document that say's its our's. The Noize logo is ours, and so is the company name "Noize Clothing"; got it trademarked finally.My drumming is comming along nicely, some plans for that also...oh plans, plans.

"Its time to make something of ourselves."

Spring has finally come, it's the blessed month of fucking May. Here we are, finishing off our battle stance at school, and plotting the upcoming summer months. Its a time in life where you have to grasp what is in front of you, and not just listen to whatever everyone else is telling you. Listen to the people who know you best. Go with your heart.

"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all"
-SDN
And that my friends is it. Here's a new summer, new members of this group we call "FAMILY". New experiences, places, and people to meet and greet. It is one thing to just accept what is given to you, and accept that what you have gained is the extent of it. The key is, there's always more. Right is right. If youre the person that see's a door when its open, and wonder's whats behind it, life is serving you correctly. Take a chance, make a memory, build a friendship, a relationship, a kinship. Nothing compares to family, and home.
This is what we represent, this is why we're here.

--]a\G()

"The Future Freaks Me Out" - MCS

Well its true isn't it? It's March, and we're shoveling again. The snow was almost gone, a few idiots even mentioned spring. Then, what do you know, Mother Nature dumps on us again.

So, here we are, at the Dorm and wasting time. We decend back into the depths of Central for an over-night stay. It seems as if the recent storm kicked us in the ass and said "don't get too excited now boys, winter's death isn't over yet".

As a product of our environment, along with being glued to this place, we reside in the best way we know how. "When safe is just a state of mind"; it's all a person needs. A piece of mind in this world is all anyone as right to. To have the ability of knowing what your doing, and why your doing it, is a virtue in my eyes.

Spring's coming. Before we all know it, we'll be around the fire in August, thinking about how summer passed us by. It's 15 degrees outside, but its always warm inside the Dorm.

The chance to succeed is at our fingertips. It's just the ability to grab a hold that insists on standing in our way.

The thing with potential these day's; it's not all you need. "You got potential" doesnt mean what it used to. First of all, everything cost's money. Second, people have to live. We're not just talking about survival here, it's everyday life. There's no way around working a job that keeps you afloat, but there's nothing that stings more than knowing what is possible outside of this ever day drag.

There's alot to come... "here comes the promise of summer"

Too long.

It's been too long for alot of things. Too long in the same old kitchen, making money off of the dieing. Its been too long since I have talked to old friends. It's been too long since Iv'e wrote.

Today wasn't an ordinary day, old feelings and regrets were awakened for one reason or another. Today was a time for reflection in a sence; to bury a hatchett and realize that to dwell on things of the past is a rule of my own that I have been breaking for so long. Everything that happens will have a deffinate outcome later in life.

People change with time, regaurdless of how satisfied you are with yourself and your well being. A connection with someone will always be there, despite the departure of friendship, no matter how deep the roots go. That connection is human nature; human nature being a branch of mother nature means that theres not a god damn thing you and I can do about it.

What goes on in our minds is as personal as we want it to be, and so are our feelings. Unless, of coarse, these feelings are shared by another person, or a group of people. Then, there is no doubt of that connection; its almost like an electric current. In the end, that connection will be fulfilled, with a friend or enemy, it's just your choice how to accept it.

When everyone around you says no, no, no, naturally that's what you'll think. The gift in the lesson is this: the little voice in the back of your head, yes that one, its YOURS. And lets just say thats the only one you need to listen to. Thats instict, your own right and wrong, your own past experiences, the reasons for connections.

Damn I feel better now.

This was it.

This was it for me;tonight at Bill's. Actually it was yesterday (Monday). Its 12:45 a.m. on Tuesday, and I'm up. Work starts for me at 7:00. Gotta be up for buisness with John J at the registry. Life has been lived, tonight was a capping off. A bitter sweet cap to a wonderful year past. Now, I hope the future proves to be even more exciting, it different way's than 08'.

I realize the post from Saterday/Sunday is still not finished, but tonight is no night for that sort of work. I experienced a bond with people tonight. The sence of "is this too much" was in the air. I'm not afraid to admit it. Personally, these are my true feelings, what the fuck?...they are probably listening anyway. "They" is for whoever is out there. Whatever government prodject is looking in on this post, or to whoever the fuck cares...this is my life, my experience.

The "bond" I speak of is simple. The time we live in is twisted, chopped, and grinded into a mixture of possibilities. Ah, this reminded me of a quote.

"Dwell in possibility" This quote hangs above Wick's toilet, in his place of residence. Emily Dickenson is the proper owner of the quote, and if anyone knows of my connection to that depressing poet...christ, its ironic on a Monday afternoon. In my eyes, there should be no "dwelling" in any possibility ; it should be acted upon.

Acting according to what I feel within a moment is who I am. Now, whoever reads this understands. Whether it's good or bad, whoever reads this slice of the world wide web will know abnout me. I guess this is how people get to know each other theses days...its quite confusing to me.

See, here is how I met m friends. There was no forum or chat that introduced me into my friends (famil). Through trial and tribulation; we stay togeather. In situations where our personal world is collapsong around you...these friends were there. We were brought togeather by chance, pure luck that we all have each others back's. In my eyes it's a gift; one I refuse to pass up.

Here is my teastament to the new year. Let's do it. Everyone knows what i'm talking about. From Naples, Maine to Central, we can make something of ourselves. Its 1:00A.M. My sleep is important for the day ahead. All of the family is fast asleep...read for the challenges of modern-day America tomorrow. We are all armed with a piece of mind, and a past to prove it.

Good luck to all who stand in our way. Our circuit is tight and our door's are lashed with bondfs that will last a lifetime. Captain, im goin' down with the ship! Either way....Sub-shop/Millionaires.


......................................And our all comin' for the ride. Read up....more to come.

Wild, Wild horses...couldn't drag me away.

"Around 11:30?

The snow is falling...and in nice form. This is a perfect snowflake, resting on my rabbit fur hat."

It is again a winter night. The snow should start really dumping around midnight. Ahh the joys of living in New England. The snow brings excitement, and an urge to be out in the elements. Being out in the elements is like home to me. Since I could walk, my father distilled the outdoors inside of me, this is somthing I plan to pass on. My emotions about the wilderness is well known within my family. When I say "my family", I mean "ours". For christ sake, its not "mine". Everyone contributes to the family's way of life. (My fucking "Y" key doesn't work too well on m laptop, I appoligize for any words missing a "Y"....damn computers.)



As I flip on "Salt Dog" by Flogging Molly from my iTunes, my thoughts go to a brother...Wick, feel better man, we all hope for a speedy recovery. The dorm longs for your Irish mumblings, and the "funk" just aint right without ya'.



The impending storm looms outside the dorm walls. It's fine, my sences told me about the storm first thing this morning "red sky in morning-sailors warning". Dont know where I first heard it, but I live by the saying; constantly checking the phrase in my head when I see the sun rise or set. At about 7 a.m., the sky was a purple pink..storm's comin'. Why...I have no clue, but the old saying hasn't failed me yet.



Let's try something...? Bill and I....possibly Freedman, will be going on a walk through the height of the storm. This post will contain a before and after account of the walk. Currently, the storm has given only about an inch, and thats stretching it. At 11:10 P.M., this little bitch of a New England disturbance hasn't shaken any resident. Lets see what she has for us; Mother Nature is more powerful than any weapon, and should never be doubted. I will mark the time when we leave, and make a remark upon our return to the dorm.

12:30 A.M.- We depart. Bill, Freedman and I head out into a storm ridden Central.

1:45 a.m.- My report on the walk:

Just wait. Stay tuned...

One wrong move.

Everyone changes, regaurdless of weather they think they do or not. There's always the wise ass who insists that he or she has been the same person since high school, but that's probally not a good thing. Personally, changing is an every-day occurence for me. Despite the ammount of time spent in the same places doing the same thing, there are always new obstacles to overcome.

What if my parents never desided to move out of Lynn and English was my Highschool? What if I watched way more MTV than I should have, and got sucked into today's version of entertainment? What if? Thats a question to ask yourself.

One wrong move in my past and my life is 100% different. "Wrong move" meaning a different decision in my past. My life now is fine, wouldn't change a thing. Everything in my past has attributed to my life as it is now. Everything from mistakes to painfull decisions shapes and molds a person (if you dont let THEM get you). "THEM" is the greater power of the man, and this is what we've been working against our whole lives. I speak as if im speaking for my family.

Decisions, decisions, decisions. They are made everyday, shaping life for your future. But, in order to be content with whatever is going on in your life a person needs to know why. Why things are the way they are, good I regret nothing. Regretting your past never helps, it only hurts. One wrong move could have sent me down the wrong path. My friends have kept me on the path, we also keep each other on track and will continue to do so.

So much to come....so, so much.

"All hell can't stop us now."

This is a testament to the year 2008. My friends and I have created a family of people, young and old, big and small, from the northern woods of Maine to the streets of Boston. Everything I am is attributeds to time spent with these people. Thank you.

In 2008, alot went on...damn. The year kicked off with a series of events...about four or five hours into the new year, that would set off a year of questionable things. The Dorm became our home, a safehouse of sorts, but open to anyone. At any given time members of our family can show up, and plant their ass till the morning. Over the comming months most of us fulfilled the Dorm's open door policy. The King and Queen of the house should have claimed us all on their taxes.

The summer went as it has never gone. A perfect balancing act done by all members of the family has since been rewardfull. We are kind of what you would call night owls, night owls strung out after hanging around in a cow pasture. During the summer, every week was met with news tasks do work around the scene at the Dorm. Every single night somthing was accomplished in my mind; lifelong bonds with friends.

As the schoolyear approached, everyone started to pull on the reigns. Now, trying to stop a horse is one thing, but strying to stop a wild stallion on crystal meth is another story. (its immagry; none of the family is a dependant drug user). Needless to say, two weeks into school, myself and the rest of us said fuck the sadlle, and hopped on the damn wild animal for the ride. Now, for the picture.

A great tradition was started in the late months of August, and in the fall. Some of us acquired a long for the deeper wilderness, tenting and trying to survive became a hobbie. Camping trips will now ensue year round, it just doesnt matter. Our family's bond stretches deep into the soil of our natural earth. This friendship has roots deep in many different backgrounds, styles, and personalities. "The Life"; from here on in blog readers will have privaleged knowledge about the origins of this saying, for us atleast.

"The Life" is whatever your doing right now. To have friends, to be the best of both worlds, to chalenge that wild beast inside all of us; that's the life. Whenever your leaving a brain bouncing concert, or taking a hike through the woods, just muttering "the life" meanse your happy with who you are, what you do, and who's around you while all that is going on.

The winter came in with a bang and the family ran towards the blast. Weather it be snowstorm or car troubles, all lengths were went to in order for the family to chill. It truely was "the best christmas ever". Writings and tales about 2008, and years past, will echo through our hearts and souls as testaments to our way of life here in New England. As the new year rolled up, we charged; finishing off in the best way possible; quite possibly the only wa we know how. 2009 came, and we are ready.

In order to ground ourselves for the new year, three of us made the decision to head north, and visit some of the family. Adam's healing up well, and T is T. Freedman, Kap and I went "home" to start off the ear in the correct fashion, and we succeeded. Let's look ahead guys and gal's, time to make things happen.

Why not?

This past week was a long one at that. My system just hasn't seemed to slow down untill now. The week was broken up into two parts: before and after new years.
Before new years all that anyone was thinking about was the party on New Years Eve. (pictures coming soon) After that party, there was a striking realization that we still had the weekend to deal with.
The original plans for this weekend was to head down to Rhode Island to record some music with Kap and his buddy Keith at his father's recording studio. My anticipation of this sort of thing dates back to my grammer school years. Of course, what can go wrong will go wrong, and we didn't make it to Rhode Island. For one reason or another, me, Kap, and Freedman decided to head north instead of soluth (a wise decision any day).
We headed to the spot in Maine, our home. We stayed in the Freedman's trailor. Three guys, two last minute food bags, and plent of winter atire. Our stay in the Vacation state lasted less that 24 hours, but that's all that we needed.
My face and lips are chapped, and my lungs are refreshed from the clean northern air. My mind has been replenished knowing that a place like Maine still exists; it hasn't been run down by some corporation. The wilderness still thrives in certain parts, Maine being one, and that is what we seek. My friends and I search for the next new expirience to break away from the dwelling of the city, and thats what we did. Our own version of therapy and rest, the way nature intended it.

Haha

Once again..slacking on the pots's. Between the holiday's and noize, and work...the time hasn't slowed up once, imagine that. This weekend will prove to be no different, next week I'm back.