It’s raining out…the sound of car tires sizzling up and down Hawthorne are in the distance. Love that rain. Where does the time go? Seems like it was just a week ago, with jitters concerning flying down to SoCal in our head, worrying about the upcoming week. - - - - The trip to see the Nixon people was good. Hectic, but good. Flying down for “business” is an odd concept. Lots of miles and lots of talking. It was good to see the Nixon Art Dept. crew. Good fuckers. Hilton is a king, and that’s the goddamn truth. A brother. Matt “Brass Balls” Capozzi is settling in just fine. That East Coaster son-of-a-bitch is gonna slay that beach. He’s a man of details, and that’s perfect for what’s going down with Nixon product. Much luck to him and Leigh. - - - - Been helping the Grenerds out with their clothing line. A new way of thinking for the DDC. Pretty fun stuff. Cuts, pockets, designs. t’s been hard to focus, with house hunting duties, girl drama and the like. Things happen for so many reasons, and sometimes the shit is just out of yer hands. Melissa threw in the towel. Sad stuff, but, we can’t really do much about it, or devote too much time to any sort of contingency plan. Oh well. One hurting heart. - - - - Tommie Tucker and I did a little home tour yesterday. Saw a good five houses in a couple hours of cruising around. Did a couple impromptu walk thrus, that, well, were pretty intense. One joint owned by a little old lady was one part sad, one part scary. Amazing how people’s little lives factor out. What they hold onto, what is important to them…and where they will go once they sell the place. Reminded me of my Gramma Josie’s old house. All that stuff…her life in a million boxes. The smell…the history. Your are buying this empty house, but it’s filled with so much. You can feel it. I’ve got a good idea of what I’m looking for, price wise and layout wise. It’s gotta have a little bit of character and it’s gotta look like a “Portland house.” Stay tuned. Shit is getting focused. - - - - 2002 DDC O-A-M card sets are for sale. Mass solitations will follow. There Are 2 Comments
This is the time of year for wall-poundin’ with one’s head. Women-folk drive you nuts, it keeps gettin’ colder, and the Vikings always let you down. Girl-losin’ is a weird deal. I’m sorry to hear this news. The Twins traded away A.J. Pierzynski for a guy named Boof Bonser. Not that it’s any consolation, but it’s breakin’ my heart. Read my full blabber at http://www.sumpin.com . Good luck with the house huntin.’ Let me know when you find something… I’ll fly out and teach you how to use a hammer. Posted by: Ryno on 11/16/03 at 6:33 PM
Hey man, that old lady w/ the strange house didn’t happen to be around 57th and powell did it!? Posted by: f5 on 11/17/03 at 10:53 AM
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