It's been a while since I've posted an old excerpt from Dustin and my past. Here is one of my absolute favorites from June of 2006. We were living in Seattle and, what?, down on our luck and down on ourselves...
"So, after riding to work today on our Vespa in the spitty rain we are decidedly in a sorrowful mood. Our lovely orange 1977 Fiat had broken down the second Dustin got back home last Saturday. Of course. It has run just dandy for a year but the moment we sell our Land Cruiser in preparation to move to San Diego and have we have ONLY the Fiat to rely on, it decides to take a dump. Sweet. We hobble along. Fix it and the Vespa. We are ok. Then, it starts acting up again last night. We ride, silently, to work in the rain. Neither of us have to even utter the words of frustration aloud. We know what the other is thinking... "two steps forward, thirteen steps back..."
Once at work, Dustin shuffles over to my computer and starts mumbling something about how "life is hard" and "why bother" and "who is [he] fooling trying to be a photographer" and "why don't we just sit in our Seattle studio forever"? Optimistically, I mention that a new fun company (www.fredflare.com) is hiring a photographer. If he tried for it we could live in Brooklyn! Very near NYC. I would be happy, he would be happy. We wouldn't even need a car. I was just trying to lighten the mood. He said, "No, f*^% that. I don't just want to work in New York City, I want to own it. I would be the mayor and I would rename it “Fuck You Town."
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