In The Mission

Next Time

Dude! Jet lag like no other. We've slept the afternoons away and spent Friday night at Never Grow Old with Joni and Auli. We'll be in the swing of things soon, I'm sure. In the meantime, we're taking five hour naps in the PM. Damn!

48 lbs. In your face, airlines! (Though you did get me on additional baggage.)

Miikka, Jessie, Flash the timid dog, Sami, Lilli, Sheraz the award-winning friend, Lisa, Jeremy, Lauren, Jessica, (if I had a bar, you guys would have free rounds for life), Trevor the Pikku Jaettilaeinen, Raphael, Mark, Garrett, Nate, Owen, Mary the fresh salmiakki convert, Alex the greatest guy who pays no attention, Randy the corn-dog time can't be soon enough.

And Oulu People? Next time's right now, bitches!

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Mrs. Buoy

Here's something from the city that I didn't get to write earlier. I was sitting on a bench by the Blue Bottle on Linden in Hayes Valley, minding my business and watching hipsters get their single drips from this hole in the wall. (I had already gotten mine.) I had my camera out because I had been taking pictures of the scene, kind of half-assedly, when an elderly black homeless lady, who was hanging out in the alley, approached me.

"I don't appreciate that camera pointed at me," this gaunt lady told me from behind her sunglasses. She had frizzly hair and a red tank that hung on her loosely.

"Oh, absolutely," I said. "I was taking pictures of the coffee shop, I didn't photograph you."

"Yeah, I see lotta folks come take pictures of the homeless who have no idea what it's like to be on the street. I don't like that," she said. I nodded my head and sipped my coffee.

"My name is Mrs. Buoy and I'm on the street because they took my house from me illegally. I got a lawsuit going on and I'm gonna get my house back from them."

"That's rough," I offered, not really knowing where to go with this. She agreed.

We had a short exchange, and then she went back to her shopping cart a couple of yards to my right. She didn't ask for money and I didn't volunteer: somehow I felt she would have taken offense. We sat there in silence, looking at people buying and selling coffee by the cup, the afternoon sun hitting the alley at a hard angle. I finished my coffee and put my things away. As I walked my bike past her, I wished her well.

"You take care now, Mrs. Buoy."

"Thank you, young man. God bless you."


I Bought My Coffee From Satan

Cell phone snapshot time. Driving in America yields lots of crazy shit. You'd really need to be snapping pics constantly, but you can't do that while driving. Or so I've heard.

'Do you want me to put something else on the bill?', the guy asked me. I was fine. \../

At the Monte Vista. Flagstaff, AZ.

AT-ATs in a Denver parking lot.

31 Flavors. Mm-mmm.

Acrhes National Park. Overrun with the Chinese.

Lunch at Earl's. 'Why?!?!' Route 66, Gallup, NM.