it was august 11th 2005. i was
sitting in my basement bedroom
in baltimore maryland with my cat ribbons, trying
to get some
updates banged out, when BPM showed up with a gift.
i was vaguely aware of the fact that i hadn't packed or
finished any of my work and was leaving the next day
for an open ended trip across the country. i knew we were going
in a pick-up truck. i knew "we" was sarah
morrison, kiki cat, and myself.
i knew i was going to have to remember how to drive stick.
despite pressing responsibilities, i decided to play circle
game
and talk shit with patrick. patrick is a cult
banger,
and that's what we bangers do best.
he's "totally" and i'm "fantasy".
BPM was just coming off tour and he brought me
dexy's midnight runners' "searching
for the young soul rebels" on vinyl.
i used my 1/16th cherokee blood and correctly read this as a
good omen.
some amount of days or weeks later i was in LA. i left sarah
at melissa's
and spent my nights in korea town, silver lake, and dana
dearmond's.
i vaguely remember doing 8 shoots in LA, getting the flu which made it impossible to see straight or stop puking.
then i went back to charlottesville for four days but stayed
a week.
i ended the trip with a day at hampden fest right around my
corner.
let's hear it for america.
chase lisbon