Make New Friends

So off he went on the Amtrak bus to San Francisco and I was once again on my own. I passed the morning easily, trying to keep some kind of even internal chemistry, drifting in and out of second hand stores and coffee shops. I found out Michael Jackson died via a text message that read "he's dead" on a particularly scenic pastoral strip of road between Auburn and Marysville.


Conspicuous Mountain?

Found Photos, Auburn, CA


R.I.P. Long's Drugs


Haircut!!! Just kidding, they're not mine. But maybe that's more disturbing...


Sunset over the Buttes

Met Howie and his dog White Fang in the parking lot of Wal-mart in Yuba City. They were glowing under the lamplights. He said he was a photographer too and showed me an amazing picture that he took of lightening coming out of a cluster of dark blue clouds. He'd been living in the parking lot for a couple of weeks and pointed out his other neighbors--an RV and a sedan where a man was apparently living with his three cats.

His main subject matter was Nascar racing and drivers and the walls of his trailer were covered in racing pictures and paraphenalia, including a cabinet he'd constructed from an old tire and a piece of round plexiglass that held his most treasured items.

He also told me about a terrible car accident he had in '85 and how he has no memory of events before that year--no childhood, no teenage years, no young adulthood. I listened for any inconsistencies in this story, some crack, some childhood memory, but there were none.




Wal-mart Cart Surfing, my new favorite sport.

White Fang. Watch Out!!