“…Beneath all that cool psuedo-academic hogwash lurked a very passionate man who knew how important it was to say ‘fuck’ now and then, and say it loud too, relish its syllabic sweetness, its immigrant pride, a great American epic word really, starting at the lower lip, often the very front of the lower lip, before racing all the way to the back of the throat, where it finishes with a great blast, the concussive force of the K catching up then with the hush of the F already on its way, thus loading it with plenty of offense and edge and certainly ambiguity. FUCK. A great by-the-bootstrap prayer or curse if you prefer, depending on how you look at it, or use it, suited perfectly for hurling at the skies or at the world, or sometimes, if said just right, for uttering with enough love and fire, the woman beside you melts inside herself, immersed in all that word-heat.”—House of Leaves, by Mark Z. Danielewski (via c-peterson)
You Sir, deserve respect for being someone who doesn't just live behind a keyboard and whacks off to images of a life they do not live. I admire your sportster. You've got homie's in NY if you're ever around. Ride on brother and keep those two wheels down.
Wow! That might be the best compliment I’ve gotten on this thing ever. Thank you very much! I wouldn’t have been able to do any of it without the help of all the RAINDOGS. They have taught me everything I know. Look us up if you’re ever in the NW!