Back to the roots

After an hour of no-reason depression in which I decided to dedicate a blog I went back to the roots of everything that matters to me, the simple things. I went to the lake with some close friends and just played frizbee, had a few brews and shot the shit with a great crew of people.

I then drove to Moose Jaw and my rejuvination was complete...I found the most joy in the world by hanging my arm out the window and cutting into the wind and feeling the pressure. I appreciated every little thing about that drive from the mooing war i had with a cow, whom I named carl, to the rocking out hard to punk goes 80's. The simple things put life in perspective because when the little and simple things get lost in the big picture, the big piture can look pretty damned scary! Anyway mad props go out to the boys from the jaw cause they rock and my drive home was made so easy by being able to just be content with where I was, what I was doing...even if I did just about kill myself a couple times due to being asleep at the wheel...which is funny that the big picture kinda gets thrown right out there when you open your eyes while driving and realize you just about smashed into a semi...but nothing happened thus no biggie!

I am in a great freaking mood...I forgot how much I can entertain myself and it is awesome!!

You all keep it real I am gonna go play in some random sprinklers!

p.s. Em another amazing poem, props!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!