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Toronto, Ontario 2007

Toronto, Ontario 2007

Toronto, Ontario 2007

If you love photographs of garbage and walls from Canada, keep watching because I have a bunch of trash to post from the summer while I figure out how to edit it for the website.

Denver, Colo. 2008

Bon Echo Provincial Park, 2007

Ross Evertson by Jenn Nelson

Denver, Colorado 2007

A forecast calling for 3 inches over 2 days. Outside, 4 inches and it isn’t even 9 o’clock yet. I’m not complaining, but just wait until tomorrow when I have to drive 600 miles to Ice City, Missouri.

I’m neither religious nor into holidays (or winter for that matter), but I don’t usually mind excuses to get together. Unfortunately, we’re not together. Jenn gets in tonight, then she and I as well as my brother and father go to KC to meet up with my mom and aunt to attend the funeral. Holidays 2007 - -

Pine, Colorado 2007

This fall the god of men with small dicks found me in the saddle of a stranger’s speedy motorcycle on a semi-regular basis. I was lucky enough to probably put more miles on it than he had a chance to yet, as well as properly scrub in his Dunlops. All in a pair of CMYK Adidas, like a total unsafe twat.

The bike is now in some garage, behind a driveway of snowpack, dreaming of all of my weight pressing down on the left peg, my right knee digging down into the tank with just a single furry cheek clenching onto the seat.

And I sit hoping that the yellow Japanese turd doesn’t get picked up by its owner and that it somehow finds an extra 50hp somewhere in the cold.

Kansas City, Kansas 2005

My mother’s mother died last night after various complications relating to being 92 years old and falling hard. Both my parents were out there for the last week dealing with hospital stuff and all that mess. She was released from the hospital on Thursday. My dad headed back and made it to Denver today while my mom stayed behind to take care of her.

It turned out that while she was doing much better, she was mostly doing so because of all sorts of hospital contraptions that were plugged into her. She no longer needed to be in the ICU, but the regular beds were all full—so she was sent home. After she made it back the hospice nurse saw what was coming, had the sisters over and City Grandma called it a night.