Connor and me sporting the shirts we just bought—“read fast die young.”
So i sat down with Red Gerard to talk about what it is like to be one of the best snowboarders at the age of 14. We also talked about lego, books, tantrums, and go-carts.
Tongue like a lobster claw
Your mind is in my pinchers
And I’m pinching harder than your sister’s nipple twisters
My friend Dale and I did a little interview with Canadian Olympic hopeful, Spencer O’Brien. The dialogue ranges from the Olympics, jump gender equality, cheese, and Napoleon Dynamite
I wandered away with the daily newspaper under my arm like some sort of New York executive, except I was in my grimy, low-income apartment wearing one of those tuxedo t-shirts and faded black briefs with a hole in the gooch. Regardless, I felt collected—my heart no longer felt like it was being fed through an acid-coated meat grinder—It wont be long until I loose memory of her: the women I spent the last 26 years of my life with; the woman I went to prom with; The woman I skinny dipped at my parents lake with; the woman I lost my virginity to after skinny dipping with; the woman I once had child-like affection with; the woman I had a still born child with; the woman I ran my first, and only, half marathon with; the woman I did mushrooms and watched The Lion King on Broadway with; the woman I watched the sun rise in kayaks on the ocean with; the woman I sat on an iceberg eating iceberg lettuce with; the woman I stole a New York street sign with; the women that resembled hope. The woman that said she would always love me. The woman that I told I would always love. I’m finally forgetting about her.
Huckleberry’s is an all night diner located in Government Camp. Late at night it feels like the perfect location to film a horror movie: quite, still, and oh so eerie.
I’m spending most of my summer in Government Camp—no I have not joined the army—Government Camp is an unincorporated community south of Mount Hood, with a population of 193 people. It’s a calm place, for the most part; hosting a couple local bars, an ice cream shop, a couple ski shops, a couple cafés, and an all night dinner; there is no police station or fire station and, when not filled with snowboarders, it’s probably an egoless place…All the basic amenities for a surreal feeling community are met. I’m excited to be spending a summer here: to be a constant in such a transient ski and snowboard community.