Through The Looking Glass

This abandonded small house has been here for almost 100 years.

At a small farm in Castroville, Texas on Thanksgiving 2010.

Stoke the embers,
Cleanse the spirit,
A prayer in every spark.

Feel the lick of
Bad religion.
The finish and the start.

In the beginning,
We were smarter
And flame was heaven-sent.

Through the ages
We got stupid
Now we must repent

And I burn.
I burn.

Driftin’ upward
Gently lifting
Lazy on the wind

Rollin’ over
Turnin’ slowly
Beginning and the end

Fire is bright
Fire is clean
Never so alive

Smoke is freedom
Flame is mercy
I am free tonight

And I burn
I burn

This was by far the best thing I have ever put in my mouth hole.

Seriously. Mouthgasm.

Just inside the entrance to Gypsy Picnic, an annual gathering of some of Austin’s best food trucks.

My cousin, me, and Esteban contemplate our long shadows on our way to the Gypsy Picnic.

"Whatever.. I was into mass murders before it was the hip thing to do. Can you pass me my PBR?"

The Super Mario t-shirt is completely appropriate with the amount of sugar I am about to ingest.