Funny story I read today.

"Once the group went on this Spring trip to Sochi (a resort town on the southern border of Russia, on the Black Sea) and we had to take the train for a few days to get down there. In the afternoon of the second day some of us were sitting around on our bunks (we didn't have train cabins, it was all open), not doing much. I was reading High Fidelity, Brooke was sitting across from me eating peanut butter on crackers and Spacibo Stevo was standing nearby talking quietly with someone up in a bunk. I looked up from my book and kind of zoned out while looking at Brooke methodically eating her snack. And then I looked up at Spacibo Stevo standing there turned half-away from us.

Without really thinking about it, I said to Brooke, 'Do you want to play Truth or Dare?'

She looked at me kind of funny . . . but, probably because we were on a long train ride and there really wasn't much to do, she said, 'Uhh. . . Okay.'

'All right-- Truth or Dare?' I asked.

'Um, Dare, I guess,' Brooke said.

'Okay,' I said and then paused for a moment. I looked up at Steve. 'I dare you to smear peanut butter all over Spacibo Stevo's neck and then lick it off,' I said.

Brooke laughed. Steve's a nice guy who'd do anything for the ladies so he turned around to comply. Some others in the train car noticed and started to watch at what was going on. Brooke slowly spread the peanut butter on Steve's neck, still laughing. She went in to lick it off but dissolved into giggles. Stevo turned red, but shifted position to make it easier for Brooke. She went in, still laughing, but licked the peanut butter of his neck in a few quick strokes. Brooke wiped her mouth and Steve wiped his neck, both a little embarrassed, but still smiling.

Then Brooke said to me, 'Okay, that wasn't too bad. Now it's your turn. Truth or Dare?'

And I went back to my book and said, 'I don't want to play anymore. I just wanted to see you lick Steve.'

Brooke just stood there with the peanut butter in her hand, surprised and not knowing how to respond.

So that's the story. I'm not very nice. To Brooke, anyway."

Good Idea. Bad Idea.

Convo with an old friend.

"Dude if I'm going to go to Chicago and not get some... fuck that."

Photo Analysis

I really like this photo. I think the lighting is really amazing. The colors are very vivid. If this person doesn't study photography then they have an amazing natural ability.

Back in the saddle again...?

So, if you are curious as to whether or not I've plunged my oaken oar in Spread-Eagle River, allow me to answer in a single word:

No.


I think everyone should take a moment to go and appreciate that sentence. And then the rest of his blog.

Today's a new day and a better one at that.

Lost In Time, Lets Rewind

I have been reading the Godfather. The book has been really interesting and has definitely added a new perspective to my point of view. That seems odd, but the Godfather is a smart man. He recognizes the importance of a good friendship and that a friend is one of the most important things you need in this life. Sometimes being a friend is not always the easiest. But what kind of people would we be if we took the good and never the bad? We would never really know the joys of friendship. It's very easy to have someone stick with us through the good times, but a friend who stays with us at our lowest times is a true gift. A blessing. Sometimes when we need our friends the most they turn their backs on us and sometimes when we want our friends the least they need us the most. It is our responsibility as friends to be loyal. It's an easy concept to acknowledge. But loyalty is not easy. Loyalty is another thing in the Godfather now that I think of it. How far does loyalty go? To the grave? or just until a better offer comes along? I try to be a loyal friend, and sometime it is hard. It's not always easy to be loyal and it's not always easy to be there for someone. And that brings up a question, why do it? Why set ourselves up to be hurt? Because it's worth it.

Friendships can be so many different things. People can be so close they consider one another closer than family. Some friendships are nothing more than drinking buddies. I have some amazing friendships. I would never trade them for the world. The people who do the best in this world are the ones who have loyal friends. My own father is a lot like the Godfather in a sense. They are both wise and have a good sense of justice. My father, like the Godfather, treats people with respect and gives favors knowing that he can someday ask for one in return. I wish to be like my father when I become an adult. I want to have the same wisdom that he does, and maybe that's only gained with time and age, but I am willing to wait for it.

This has been a long post, and the thoughts that are in my mind are not meant for any journal. They aren't negative thoughts or hurting. Just thoughts that have no place in the form of written words. And there is a strong difference.