Like a Bullet From a Gun

"Hey Pretty, Pretty I'll send you straight to
hell I'll send you love letters like a bullet from a gun..."
---PWEI

There weren't many plans for this Memorial Day weekend other than enjoying the rain, sleeping late, and drinking a lot with friends. As much fun as all of that was, it was tainted slightly by the death of the infamous Dennis Hopper.

So to mourn properly, we decided to take inspiration from one of Hopper's most well-known roles (Frank Booth in Blue Velvet).

There was much silliness which I won't mention in a public forum, though dentists would understand. Then there was the re-enactment of a great line from Blue Velvet.

Appropriately we went to Art Bar and all together mourned the passing of one crazy ass fellow.


And so I had my first PBR.

I had sworn never to drink the piss-water of the Hipster Kingdom. I have standards. I'm a beer snob. But I broke my rule and had one for Dennis.

It wasn't that bad but really I don't understand what all the hype is about. Woo, cheap beer. Eh.

It does make for good photos though.

As for Dennis, he'll be missed.

--Manda

'These were the gentle words she said...' --LPD


As an introduction I think it's appropriate to begin mellow. Blogging typically brings out the comedian/whiner/philosopher in many and I will try my best not to indulge.

I'll try to be insightful. I'll occasionally put up my poetry and short stories. There will almost always be art and music.

I don't promise to be funny or witty. No politics, religion or major media coverage.

We'll pretend I'm writing letters. The way people used to a hundred years ago.

Let's see how this goes...