"Resurrection Fern" - Iron and Wine

Hello All,

Great things happened to me over the weekend. On Friday night, I almost bunny hopped a trail of blood while riding my bike on the Venice Boardwalk due to a stabbing. Don’t worry, it wasn’t too bad; the guy got stabbed on the arm and it just further perpetuated Venice into being one of the coolest, most interesting cities in the country. I think that’s what they say about the city, “Where art meets crime.” And if it takes a minor laceration to slow down the gentrification and yuppification of the city for at least a little longer; then so fucking be it.

That wasn’t the great thing about it, though. Towards the end of the night, the rain started coming down hard and persistent; and Go and I were left with no other choice than to ride our bikes back under the guise of night as Mother Nature’s tears went trickling down our temples. And so we rode, through the puddles of black ink on the boardwalk, the humming of slippery tires on Venice Blvd and our safety at stake as the headlights of imported cars offered us nothing more that the moon already did. However, when it rained we weren’t in a hurry to take cover, (after all, our journey back would surely end with heavy denim and wet carpet) so we took our time and conversed....

Me: Never have I thought, that at the age of 28, that I would be riding my bike back home in the pouring rain. To think that all of my life’s struggles and accomplishments...and the millions of events that have taken place and all the forces of the universe interacting for the past 28 years....to bring me here, riding my bicycle back home, in the pouring rain, inebriated, and not giving a shit. How crazy is that? To think that I denied myself this soulful experience my entire life and now I’m in a moment of clarity and it’s here and that’s that. You know, Heidi got two tickets when we met for coffee last week and though it was a careless mistake she wrapped the context of our earlier conversation around the situation and told me, “fuck it, you can’t let stupid stuff like that ruin you.” I always thought to myself, in the best and absolute worst of times, “No matter how bad or good or great life gets, I’m always like, ‘shit, I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.’” True indeed, life is always one wild ride.

And though unbalanced pedals across a midnight canvas would suggest another careless mistake was in progress, I wasn’t fazed. The rainwater left no remnants of the infant night’s tussles and through the distorted spheres of Mother Nature’s cries, I did manage to get my bunny hop.

And what a wild ride it was.

-- Sonnyred


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