Ozarks with Keith Newton
I have taken dwelling to Little Rock, Arkansas; “Little Rock”…the name synonymous with “delay’d-rotating-bike-tires-for-the-fun-of-making-friends-money-and-becoming-ever-content-with-the fact-of-staying-in-one-place.” All is well here with Keith. Very well. Thoughts of where my life’s tires are turning stand impenetrably in the mists of my mind. I know who I am, who I am becoming, and where I want my life to end up, forever moving, kickstand removed. Valuable wisdom paints my vision with pastels and sincerity. New music brings all the hues of my inner self into saturation. Relaxed, patient, and digging the hard labor in the sun-rays shooting through the humid mid day air. Damn fine deck this pine lumber will create. Damn fine job which landed in my lap. And who thought reading a tape measure was easy. This Little Rock “thing” will turn me proficient in woodworking 101, advanced tree knowledge 101, power tools 101, birds & bird calls 101, photoshop 101, photography 101, and professional human 101. Once again humility seeps into my chest, life is sweet. Days, weeks, and soon to be “month” will have pasted with my presence here, I am for it. I vote yes. I vote I am the ballot for my own life.
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