Back To The Future Again
July 24th…
Still…
I listened to Bad & Boujee 3.5 times after drinking half a quart (a pint, thank you gallon man) of lemonade….
4 Limes
2 lemons
¼ cup of honey
a little more honey
maybe just a little more honey
and just a little on the tongue for good measure
I chopped a sample, laid some down some drums and then…
prayed and got in bed.
I laid there.
I thought about how it will be two weeks since I last rode the Aethos by the time I ride the Aethos again.
Two weeks ago, I rode the Aethos out to the New Sweden Lutheran Evangelical Church.
I’m welcomed into the church, members of the congregation tell me of their annual blessing of the bikes, they tell me I’m always more than welcome to join their services even in a bib.
There’s a beehive up in the roof…
Energetically, it feels like…
…
Heaven.
I make my way back home, only to discover that my front wheel has delaminated.
Somewhere along that ride, my friend Andrew apologized for slowing me down to which I replied “ehh sometimes it’s not about going fast, it’s just about enjoying the ride…”
I did want to get home a little sooner than what our ride was projecting, so when we got back to the walnut creek trail, I told the group I was gonna push on.
Just as I broke away from the group, a deer ran out in front of me.
I came to a brief halt and the group was back within earshot of me…
“You almost hit that deer?”
“Yeah… maybe a reminder that it’s not always about going fast???”
I broke away again, but much less aggressively than when I initially did.
I’d later on text Andrew “I think that deer may have been a little guardian angel” after noticing the damage on my wheel.
13 Days will have elapsed since then when I wake up in the morning.
There was another ride that week…
Where I came around a turn that has a solid 50/50 sketch rate.
It looked like the odds were in my favor this day, but as I began to exit the corner, my front wheel slipped out from beneath me.
Miraculously, I saved it.
“If you save it at the last minute and nobody’s around to see it… how do you know you didn’t... eh nevermind.”
Collapsing…
Timelines…
Quantum…
Leaping…
The Aethos thoughts passed.
I laid there…
Thinking about…
How I should take a good self portrait…
I decided to grow my hair back out and …
I don’t know when or if I’ll cut it again.
I don’t have very many pictures of myself to begin with…
I’m thirty…
It’s worth taking a good photo of myself…
Before…
I…
Lay this self to rest.
That’s the best way I can put it.
“I’m growing my hair out and making art again like it’s … like it’s…”
I tried to think when was the last time I had properly long hair, it was certainly around the same time I was still …
connected to the…
“I’m growing my hair out, making art, and subverting capitalist institutions again like it’s … hmmm..
maybe that was?”
I think back … to the last time these conditions applied to me.
Then I recall…
Sitting at home…
Watching Operation Shock & Awe on CNN…
Always remembered .. Operation Iraqi Freedom starting some time around my birthday…
And I remember very vividly this year, waking up the day before my birthday and reading that the US had conducted strikes in Iran…
I remember very vividly because as I read this…
A Perfect World by Huey Lewis and the News played… and I couldn’t stop thinking about the irony
Some days later … I would be told that the company I worked for would be “going to war”
Things I want to sit with for a second…
A Perfect World by Huey Lewis and the News was playing because the day before, I’d gone to Cosmic.
I’d gone to Cosmic… I smoked a joint and began writing what would become the first post on this website …
“Correct Me If I’m Stoned”
And as I finished writing that piece…
Back in Time by Huey Lewis and the News started playing…
And I’d never been conscious of that song before …
I’m nearly certain I took the time to fucking Shazam it.
And when I saw the title.. however I discovered the title of that song.
I remember the chills I got…
And thinking that maybe I got a little too fucking high or maybe I really just wrote myself into the exact timeline I need to be in.
“Correct Me If I’m Stoned”
And now…
I’m very sober and clear minded.
So I woke up that next morning.
I wanted to hear Huey Lewis and the motherfucking News…
And I put on Back in Time…
I ate my breakfast…
I read the news…
Perfect World begins to play…
The irony.
Another birthday…
Another conflict in the middle east…
“we’re going to war.”
I’m not stoned.
You can not correct me.
I’m going to have my perfect world.
Operation Shock & Awe …
What a fucking gnarly name…
Shock & Awe
Shocking yes, but nothing to be in awe of at the end of the day…
Nothing to be in awe of..
Propaganda.
A conflict that started March 22nd.
The date I would leave the company I was told was going to “war”.
I’m growing my hair out again.
I’m making art.
Walking to drop the bike off at the shop yesterday, I crossed paths with a landscaper…
I greet him, ask how his day is going…
“You know… living the dream.”
“Hmmm. I do know. Liiiiiving the dream.”
Keep on dreaming of a perfect world.
Then live the dream.
All of this to say…
…
Nothing that needs to be said, as it can only be felt.
But I leave with this one..
this one little thought
In the time.. leading up to our move here…
I constantly would see the number 322.
I journaled about it.
Some ..
Not a good feeling, not a bad feeling when I saw it.
But very aware of it..
The universe presenting it to me in ways that couldn’t be ignored.
Unpacking the moving truck..
The bus drives by…
Route 322.
Time goes on..
Two years
322 still lingering, presenting itself wherever possible...
March 22nd, 2026.
My decision made.
I pull the fool.
Card 0 in the tarot deck.
The start of a new journey.