There was some adventuring up to Seattle for the expo.

The towers are gone now, reduced to bloody rubble, along with all hopes for Peace in Our Time, in the United States or any other country. Make no mistake about it: We are At War now—with somebody—and we will stay At War with that mysterious Enemy for the rest of our lives.

It’s that time of the year where people lose their minds about fall, pumpkin spice, cinnamon everything, Christmas trees will go up super early. Can we please recognize that life is hard as fuck, if this gives those people joy, let it slide. Do you boo, I believe in you.

Got to see the Banksy exhibit in Prague yesterday. Art should be moving. Have I been doing enough to move people?

Good morning Czech. Getting out of Prague for a couple days.

Prophetic

gofund.me/997295c76 posting this everywhere to try to help my little brother out. Pete is a tattooer, brother, son, husband father. He needs some help. Please help if you can either by donating or by sharing.

In a nation ruled by swine, all pigs are upward-mobile—and the rest of us are fucked until we can put our acts together: Not necessarily to Win, but mainly to keep from Losing Completely. We owe that to ourselves and our crippled self-image as something better than a nation of

Bob Dylan on Willie Nelson in The New Yorker

On occasion I like to wander outside, stark naked, and fire my .44 Magnum at various iron gongs I’ve mounted on the nearby hillside. I like to load up on mescaline and turn my amplifier up to 110 decibels for a taste of “White Rabbit” while the sun comes up on the snow-peaks

I had this photo laminated and hanging near my desk ever since I was 14. Thank you Hunter for the inspiration.