willie nelson and merle both sing these words well:
Miracles appear In the strangest of places
Fancy meeting you here The last time I saw
you Was just out of Houston Sit down let
me buy you a beer Your presence is welcome
With me and my friend here This is a hangout of mine
We come here quite often And listen to music
Partaking of yesterday's wine
Yesterday's wine I'm yesterday's wine
Aging with time Like yesterday's wine
Yesterday's wine We're yesterday's wine
Aging with time Like yesterday's wine
You give the appearence Of one widely travelled
I'll bet you've seen Things in your time
So sit down beside me And tell me your story
If you think You'll like yesterday's wine
Yesterday's wine We're yesterday's wine
Aging with time Like yesterday's wine
Yesterday's wine We're yesterday's wine
Aging with time Like yesterday's wine
i've posted most of these photos before:
my grandpas hair and hands.
grandma,me,bro,grandpa.
my mom's weaving in the background
made on her loom out of textiles she
would dumpster dive for. cloth, plastics, varioous
metal wire. her art faded with the responsibility of
raising us.
this was once my home, and this was our
living room. so much canned clam chowder.
heavy racial contrast.
garage days revisited. all of us hadn't met yet.
she got a fixie, you had a fixie,
now you want a chopper.
my hero's have always been cowboys.
one of the leaders of action, pointed me towards
many a good books. i'll read his book. loose nut.
waking up before everyone else to get to j&m cafe
to get a little bit of burnside time together before the
gang showed up. with friends like this, i'll never understand
how i've let the jocks that judge me even matter at all. working
on it. actions, and words that matter.
wardrobe, i'm headed for the below
nothing else matters
2008, we shared some
goodtimes. where ca turns
into or.
coastal cruising. growing pains.
good memories. the north oakland
chopper scene.
pass it on to the ones
with soul.
-i ain't asking for much. i said, lord,
take me downtown, i'm just looking for some tush.
the king of beers, the best of times
no go. free speed.
day turned to night, night
to day, i painted a car. a favor
was returned but never forgotten.
give back to the ones that give
so much.
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23 comments:
cool post! pre-birthday blues?
no.....
just reflecting i guess.
noticed today how many people
are cashing in. will always blow me
away on how much people will judge and criticize those that are a threat...
so happy to be apart of it, but the raping of it and sponge/vulture phenomenon can be a little harsh.
time to go for a ride.
Nice post Max, forty is where the real journey starts, subconscious satnav is sorted pretty much, life's too short to worry about jocks and jerks, just keep doing your own trip as always. Flashed back on 'Epicly' last week, you got it wired.
nice... totally, thanks.
when i say jocks of course
it's not a sports thing. it's more of a narrow minded joiner mentality.
http://tinyurl.com/StandYerGround
Thanks for the inspiration Max. When one of us gets bummed we have the others to bring us up. This post was beautiful and made me realize I get one go, so it better be what I want it to be.
always a surprise on here, max. this time one that sinks deeper. a kindred perspective. the barometer scribe really drives it. good vibes.
Good am Sunday words to inspire...great pics as always..i think we all dont mind seein em over and over...digg that family pic...people hate cuz they want a piece of your kit kat bar..u have soo much because of what u have gave to others in my opinion...i call it good karma...keep on bein a Shredder...and yes "This Outlaw shit has gotten outta hand" as Waylon said...
thanks guys. keep it up.
Keepin it real, mangg!
.. Seems to be how most things work for us here in the states.. Everyone is out to 'Capitalize'.
Yeap to all the above. Life's good.
all of your skate pics takes me back to when i was a kid at ohio surf and skate watching all the pros
You do have to wonder what some seek in being on the indiscriminate cult "joiner" surface. I'm still young but the whole bike building thing has the same pure draw as skateparks did as a kid. The rage and question surrounding the leeches dissipates. Downing a few cups of coffee early, just cruising solo on a brisk Portland sunrise morning.. Hitting the curves, pushing the aimless trip further over the bridge.. Wondering why the warm gloves are at the shop.. Clear minds, goodtimes.. All while the jokers sleep.
nice......
Thats when i was hooked. Seeing your bike(69) when you and Jasin came to town.
Thats when i was hooked. Seeing your bike(69) when you and Jasin came to town.
Nice trip down memory lane, mostly for you of course.
Like chapters from your book man.
nice words. dont get it all though
love that post max. love from us here.
Very nice share, Max. Happiness and being comfortable with who you are may be something that many will never acquire. False things try so hard to fill life up and hide the simplicity of it all. Cheers from the East coast.
keep pushing Max. that's all that matters. people hide from their own reflections sometimes. you on the other hand are centered and doing shit right, you have been for years.
digging deep!! It serves our souls. Cold crusty mornings, Oly in a tall can, a quiet bar at 9am with your pony parked outside, picking paint off of your fingers as you wonder how its gonna turn out, playing David Allan Coe downtown Oakland because it's in the jukebox and tuning out all sounds as the the landscape overtakes you. Carry on Max, sit down let me buy you a beer.
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