Thursday, March 1, 2007

Summer 1998, North of Truckee



it was the rusanoff-designed "bachelor party" in which we all went berzerk in the woods with matt the anchor, patrolling the grounds and adding in caution when required. "it is cruel, unusual and dangerous" he yelled as i chose to pour booze into a fire. when a 2am arrival of guests approached, matt disappeared into the woods and brought them though the trail to camp like a freaky woodsman amok. as dawn approached, matt told us he would soon be biking 50 miles or some such shit. i rubbed my rotten skull and looked at him in awe as he stood clear, strong, crazed, and pure on a rock overlooking all of the big eastern lands. not the first time i would see him as a mighty being beyond my comprehension. not the last.

matt. i love you.


1 comment:

B.LaSan said...

it was the rusanoff-designed "bachelor party" in which we all went berzerk in the woods with matt the anchor, patrolling the grounds and adding in caution when required. "it is cruel, unusual and dangerous" he yelled as i chose to pour booze into a fire. when a 2am arrival of guests approached, matt disappeared into the woods and brought them though the trail to camp like a freaky woodsman amok. as dawn approached, matt told us he would soon be biking 50 miles or some such shit. i rubbed my rotten skull and looked at him in awe as he stood clear, strong, crazed, and pure on a rock overlooking all of the big eastern lands. not the first time i would see him as a mighty being beyond my comprehension. not the last.

matt. i love you.