Happy Holidays

Open your eyes to the beautifully mundane. Introduce yourself.

Sidelines are for those with regrets. Do not be one of these people.

Find comfort in the fact that catty judgments and petty confrontations are clearly exposed as such. You are not blind.

Keep climbing with those around you. Together, you form a company rooted in history and reciprocity.

Fill your lungs with the smell of this era. Inhale deeply the sounds of youth and the smell of irresponsibility.

Scream in appreciation for the gift of this excursion and the bounties that lie ahead. Things tend to move quickly.

EXIST FULLY. Why would you want to do anything else?

Take it all in one big hit. It's the greatest fucking high in the world, after all.

Stable

In the green, and red, and black, and green...in our last-ditch, pre-dawn battles to suppress the return of accountability...in the stumbling, and sprinting, and balancing, and halting...in the layers of smoke and bottles, where our thoughts linger and our history is forged...in the echoes of the guitar and piano, which dance with the voices of all artists...in the covers and the car, in hotels and new homes, We continue the ultimate adventure...through the doors that never lock.

The Con

Revel in the comforts you know to be True.
Moments bend and conform, overlapping into silent motion pictures for which you're always the star.
The con is your strongest adversary, but you should try not to run.
Don't you have to beat him sometime?
Or are you content?