Cratering

A half-stack doesn't fit in the trunk.

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Cratering

a half-stack doesn't fit in the trunk
Nope.

Nope.

Gratuitous in extremis.

Gratuitous in extremis.

Aforementioned loud guy in a pink shirt.

Aforementioned loud guy in a pink shirt.

More legitimate gratuity.

Being on the end of a ten-day stress bender—with an intervening weekend involving all sorts of better chemicals—is draining. One last shoe to drop, too, maybe. Dunno yet.

But this is a virtual Friday night. There will be guitars, beers, and olde friends. Tomorrow the party moves 2,000 miles west-southwest. More olde friends, also stagemates of yore. We will have to substitute proper weather and sea air for the guitars. Fair trade.

If this weekend doesn’t put me right, I’m past fixing.

More legitimate gratuity.

Being on the end of a ten-day stress bender—with an intervening weekend involving all sorts of better chemicals—is draining. One last shoe to drop, too, maybe. Dunno yet.

But this is a virtual Friday night. There will be guitars, beers, and olde friends. Tomorrow the party moves 2,000 miles west-southwest. More olde friends, also stagemates of yore. We will have to substitute proper weather and sea air for the guitars. Fair trade.

If this weekend doesn’t put me right, I’m past fixing.

GPOYW, throwback edition, 1987-ish with my band.
Homecoming is this weekend. I can’t go, but, then, I never do. I am in touch with all the people I want to see and none of them are going. They never go, either.
The list of post-graduation accomplishments of these bandmates is breathtaking. I was lucky to find some freakishly talented people.

GPOYW, throwback edition, 1987-ish with my band.

Homecoming is this weekend. I can’t go, but, then, I never do. I am in touch with all the people I want to see and none of them are going. They never go, either.

The list of post-graduation accomplishments of these bandmates is breathtaking. I was lucky to find some freakishly talented people.

I don’t always wear a beard. But when I do, it’s to look fifteen years older.
Stay hirsute, my friends.

I don’t always wear a beard. But when I do, it’s to look fifteen years older.

Stay hirsute, my friends.

GPOYW: pathetic facial hair edition.
This represents something like ten days of “growth.” It’s hopeless, and it would look the same after another ten, or fifty. My facial hair pattern hasn’t changed since I was 13, except for the graying.

GPOYW: pathetic facial hair edition.

This represents something like ten days of “growth.” It’s hopeless, and it would look the same after another ten, or fifty. My facial hair pattern hasn’t changed since I was 13, except for the graying.

Nope.

Nope.

With my sister at her wedding. Gratuitously.

With my sister at her wedding. Gratuitously.

About nine weeks ago, I had two different doctors tell me that I wasn’t really fixable, and that I should lower my expectations for what I would be able to do from that point forward.

Guess what happens when you lift little itty bitty babby weights as part of your rehab, and it’s your first real motion of any kind in 3+ months.

Guess what happens when you lift little itty bitty babby weights as part of your rehab, and it’s your first real motion of any kind in 3+ months.

Gratuitous picture of my knees. This is how I ride in cars at the moment.

Gratuitous picture of my knees. This is how I ride in cars at the moment.

Gratuitous proof that my head was not talked off. Cary. 

Bonus: spiffy new haircut.

Gratuitous proof that my head was not talked off. Cary.

Bonus: spiffy new haircut.

And then, suddenly, a possible explanation for my issues with snow.

And then, suddenly, a possible explanation for my issues with snow.

GPOYW. Told you I was cutting it all off.

GPOYW. Told you I was cutting it all off.