You’re not dead yet
I threw a stick. “I’m too young to be a father. I’m too young to be anything. I’m seventeen. I haven’t even left home yet. It seems unreal. You won’t tell anyone, right?”
“Sealed lips.” She whipped a twig from her dress. “It’ll be like having part of Karen back. I miss her. We never talk about these things. But I miss her. Do you?”
“Yeah.”
“But we don’t ever say it out loud, do we?”
“I guess not,” was all I could reply. “I don’t like the silence, either.”
I didn’t realize then that so much of being an adult is reconciling ourselves with the awkwardness and strangeness of our own feelings. Youth is the time of life lived for some imaginary audience.
Douglas Coupland – Girlfriend in a Coma
The islands
You get up at 4am and drive about 2 hours north to get to the boat. Its run by captain Vitale who’s a russian lobster fisherman and our friend. Its cold and quiet out and when the sun comes up and you’re next to the islands its the best place in the world.
“When the fun stops”
Kicked this year off with a trip to Brazil. I was only suppose to go for about two weeks but was having too much fun to leave. Ended up staying a month and then headed to Israel to visit my sister and Fam. Here’s some pictures
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