Keep 'em Flying

The List

So, I am moving to a new city.

It is always a stressful deal, moving...

You know, just the moving part sucks.

But then you are in a new place.

You don't really know anybody.

Everything is different and the local jargon is weird.

You don't know where to hang out.

What the scene is like.

This time I think I have it together, though.

I figure I will just make a list of different ways to be cool.

Then I will just do the stuff on the list.

Any self doubt, or awkwardness?

Refer to the list.

It shouldn't even be that hard to make new friends...

People we be like "Who is that cool guy? I wanna hang out with that guy!"

I will just need to find some dude named Steve...

Sunday Drive

C'mon.

Let's go.

Sorry California

Really...

It is not you.

It's me.

I just gotta move on...

I has just not been the same, lately...

Between us.

We can still be friends...

RIP

Whew. Man, look, I gotta get out of here, man. Now we - we got things we want to do, man, like - I just - uh - I gotta get out of here, man.

East Bound and Down

Count this as one song I never imagined as a personal anthem...

I am down.

Fan Mail

I get this kind of shit all the time...

Male Bonding

With enough male bonding, you might be able to be just like the guys in Thrashin.

Mud Bug!

Last time I was in Gata's garage, he had one of these just sitting there.

Golden yellow flake glimmering in the dim light...

John, your boys better be tearing around the yard on that thing.

Dammit.

Hey, Palace People!

I feel like I hardly know you...

I am guessing that the feeling is mutual.

Professional decorum dictates a degree of distance.

I am sure that you understand.

My seeming aloofness was part of the facade I was required to present.

Nothing personal, between you and me.

Such is the nature of professional pretense and such...

The nature of the work.

Working relationships...

I will admit, I did sorta sneak out.

Under the radar, if you will...

Only because it needed to be done.

Lest I say what I mean, what I really think...

Of anything.

What I think of it all.

My own vanity, I admit, prevented me from allowing any hub-bub...

I couldn't allow myself to be all weepy and watery eyed in my departure.

My rather long imagined escape.

The sorrow in leaving is, perhaps, superseded by my optimism for new opportunity.

Hopefully, my desire to maintain some dignity is something you can understand.

I learned a lot, alongside all of you.

I could discount that, but I won't.

It deserves recognition.

As do you...

It was a pain in the ass and a pleasure, what we did together.

You can decide for yourself which part I played a part in...

I will do the same.

Yet, as mentioned, we barely knew one another...

We will have to count that as our collective loss.

There is always the future.

Perhaps, we will find one another there...

Good luck to you, in the mean time.

I will miss you...

You've got Crail