The sun’s setting earlier, the air has a buzz, and I was 20 minutes late for class on the first day of school. Not for lack of wanting to be there, but because the bus driver didn’t feel the need to stop at my particular stop that morning.
Normally, it would have made me pretty mad, it might even of turned my whole day to shit, but this last summer was so epic I just didn’t give a fuck.
I had made plans; goals really, but even goals suck because you feel bad if you don’t end up achieving them. My goal was to start a blog on prison, and write at least one essay. I did those things then I quickly dropped them for BBQs with friends, and MusicfestNW, where I was hit on hard by a cute woman in her late thirties with torpedoes blasting out of her chest who revealed her fondness of Modest Mouse (the band we both came to see), and that she’d just been released from the hospital because she told her doctor she wanted to kill herself.
I thought Modest Mouse would be the icing on top of my summer cake, while I will say smoking weed center-crowd while one of you favorite bands closes a show is really fucking hard to trump, but an acid trip on the beach on an extended weekend camping trip will do it.
Neahkahnie Mountain is right on the coast, so you get a beach with woods and mountains. As long as there isn’t a massive earthquake it’s quite a breathtaking sight at 74 degrees partly cloudy with fronts from ocean and surrounding mountains colliding.
I’d like to describe what I saw in detail, but it just can’t be done with any justice, and people have written about their trips since the fifties, and you should read them, then go on a hike and take the trip for yourself, the odds are good that you’ll be very happy you did. The drug is dangerous, but only to the establishment–that’s why it’s illegal.
My first professor is an older guy who talks like a bird, but with less breaths between words. And he’s assured all of us that he’s made the coarse as easy as possible. Then there’s a two-hour break, and I forgot to bring anything to read.
Rose City Comic Con was this last weekend and there was plenty to read and watch. Ground Kontrol had a video game station. I took some pictures of the infamous DeLorean time-machine from Back to the Future. I didn’t pick up any comics, I prefer graphic novels (and they’re expensive), but I did find a local hand-blown red and blue glass eye pendent to adorn my neck.
My last class is the reason I’m writing this. Creative Non-fiction. Making real life a little less boring is what we’re after, it’s not a required coarse and it’s higher level, so everyone there loves to read and write, so it should be a great class and the fire I need to start writing regularly now that fall’s here.