Two weeks until the road trip. A cabin by the lake surrounded by mountains. It will be nice to get out from the heat down here, by down here i dont mean hell. Maybe i do. They let me out once in awhile - I even have a tattoo session booked up there. I only know the artist from legend and extensive online research. Im in the area - so i called and he had some time so why the fuck not.
I havent learned how to relax on vacation holidays yet. I get a decent job with crazy paid vacation days and all i end up doing is worry about what i should be doing next. I cant be still. My job, this life, this girl. Keeps me wild.
So maybe ill fish a little, hike, ride horses, take pretty pictures, meet pretty girls with southern accents, build fires, …maybe i can live with myself for a second without the noise and static. Or ill find what i always find within the silence.