FEBRUARY 11, 2008 - MIKE'S APARTMENT

"Heaven is a distance, not a place" - Sam Beam, Iron & Wine

"I'm gonna steal a silver stallion with not a mark upon its silky high. And teach him he can trust me like a sister. One day we'll saddle up and ride. And we're gonna ride, we're gonna ride. Ride it like the one eyed jack of diamons with the devil close behind." - Chan Marshall, Cat Power

Another sleepless night led me to wake up at 5:00 AM; lost the tussle with my sheets, conquered 50 pages of my Bukowski novel; only to fall back asleep four hours later (for another two). My energy level is low and I'm in need of some produce. The "5 a day" is slowly becoming a "5 a week." Currently it's a "5 whenever you can, fuck it, nevermind, handle it." I must say that I do miss my friends and me wanting to extend my trip as long as possible is lightly attributed to me delaying the changes I'll have to face upon my return. After all, Al will be in New York, Heidi will be doing yoga on some Chilean beach, Sara will be with Matt in New York, etc. What the fuck is this, huh? Man, the shit and constant state of chaos that life can bring, huh? Nonetheless, I too, must take the form of a rolling stone -- never to catch any moss. What do you want from me? After all, I suffer melancholy thoughts. After all, I embrace melancholy thoughts. Balance, I guess. What do you want me to do? I'm only human. Fuck that, I'm super human.

Steps,
originally uploaded by proefound.

We came back from the discotech at 4:00 am and realized that Mike left his keys with Jeff (who was still at the club). This was taken right after we fucked up the scaffolding that was dangling right outside his apartment.