boats in the AK. i got this printed on some nice semi board also. i wish i had more money to throw at prints.

a friend just wrote a blog about some sin that was just gripping his life and consuming him. and this is going to sound awful, but it’s a scary moment when you read of someone else’s struggle and you realize, they are exactly your own. exactly your own in every sense. then there’s that moment of fear that kind of grabs at the pit of your stomach. it’s an irrational fear that people will find out what you struggle with is the same as his. why is that fear there? i have no idea. didn’t i already find out for myself that contrary to the fear of judgement and condemnation, i only found freedom?

it’s way too late at night, or early in the morning to be blogging. but fork. i really need to “clean my pipe out” before going to himalayas.

last word. i dislike holidays because a) i usually get sick b) i can no longer use busyness as an excuse for oblivion to things i’d rather not deal with.