My travels to places where there are no paths to follow.
If you haven’t met it yet, may I introduce you to an outstanding survivor of my many street battles versus biking accidents?
Meet an old friend: a Bell bicycle helmet, bought nearly 20 years ago at Fry’s along Rosecrans Ave in Hawthorne CA (at $35.95 if I remember right). Originally in steel gray, and later repainted a militant red with Igan’s help. Continue reading “Survivor is the name of this helmet”
We were young, defiant, audacious, and in jail. But incarceration didn’t really matter because we knew we had to prepare for the long struggle ahead. So we made the most of the time we had in prison. Continue reading “My prison jogger’s shorts”
I have nothing against stories of the paranormal and the dark gothic, which most mainstream broadcast media seem to spew out during the Halloween and All-Souls season, massively to the point of surfeit and silliness. Continue reading “I have nothing against the paranormal and dark gothic, and yet…”