The dog’s yaps were distant but loud enough to jump-start the mechanical headache machine back to life. Rolling onto his back Dan wondered why he said yes to the champagne, it always did him dirty. As he rubbed his brow he felt a painful pocket of puss along his eyebrow ridge line. Seconds later he was leaning over the bathroom counter and squeezing white substance free, exploding like a bloody volcano. He wasn’t finished, now came the truly satisfying part, squeezing out the deep hidden reserves to insure a quick recovery. Dan had made the mistake before of squeezing the bejesus out of his face only to find it empty and leaving a nasty bruise behind. He felt carefully, his intuition told him there was more. He squeezed on, sure enough a generous glob tumbled out of the throbbing crater. “Jackpot” Dan exclaimed.

He turned the water to cold, waited a moment and splashed it over his face again and again. He left his face wet as he went downstairs and outside to get the paper. He liked the way the fresh air would catch the wetness on his skin, cooling his epidermis to life. Out on the street things were quite, it was 5:15 in the morning after all. The suburban sprawl was lit by a shadowless purple light that hung like a blanket over all. Just then the paperboy Mac cruised by throwing the morning paper into Dan’s driveway. He looked at Dan but didn’t wave.

jake kickin' it in Capitola just as the sun goes bang

My friend Ryan threw a pretty kick ass mostache party Sat night. As you can see there was really only one casualty and let’s face it he had it coming. It would be sad if pinata’s were taken away from their wives and little pinata children, dragged through pinata village kicking and screaming knowing there’s a bat swinging it’s way into his near future.
Ok now I’m depressing myself, in other news I loved the new Star Trek movie. There were a few things I had issue with but it has more to do with time travel in stories. I think writers everywhere need to sign an agreement that NO ONE can use time travel in stories, novels, blog posts, and especially screenplays. The ban would last 10 years and the deal is simple, you can daydream and take notes in your head but no written account of any detail involving the tiniest of time travel. So besides that little pet peeve Star Trek delivered, a well crafted and executed pop corn movie with plenty of visceral action scenes and the humor to balance. I’d take Star Trek toe to toe against any Eddie Murphy comedy of the last decade. J.J. likes his jokes and it shows.

Got to run, bouncing to Montana for a week. Pics from graduation week at the downtown bars to follow.
I leave you with this.

-jake

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