I think my chances of finding Bin Laden, or even Elvis are pretty good. If they’re alive chances are we gotta cross paths at some point! And... I think my chances of finding the fear machine’s poster boy are actually better, there’s already a whole army of passionate gray haired individuals out there tracing the king’s footsteps, and since the U.S isn’t looking for bin anymore, maybe he’s even joined the army of grays looking for the king...

 

In late July I was at home on the coast. I went to a see Daft Punk w/ some friends in Seattle, visited Nathan, and had some time to enjoy the company of my room-mates and friends before saying goodbye w/ a night of fireworks on the beach. It was difficult to leave Vancouver this time, and I don’t see things getting easier, slowly that place has become home, and I long for the rainy nights on my couch w/ a warm cup of coffee.

 

This last trip has been incredible in a lot of ways, so I don’t complain, quite the opposite; I celebrate it. Revived an old relationship, generated a new one, and soon enough will re-fuel another, only to go back home at the end of it.

 

life is good. miss you people lots. see you soon