hey! words.


Posted by Erik Frey Tue, 25 Dec 2001 06:49:00 GMT

i bought naola a plane ticket back to miami for christmas, but being short for cash, i bought myself a bus ticket. i’m no stranger to greyhound and i’ve come to expect the kind of weird shit that always happens to me on these buses.

i’d like to put my greyhound experiences in the realm of spiritual self-discovery, like a psychadelic dream voyage where your spirit guides are pissed off old bag ladies, crack addicts and mexican migrant workers… or maybe a message from the gods who graciously shine a light on your soul, except the gods are ill-tempered and have attention deficit disorder, so all you’re left with are mismatched experiences and imagery from which you may or may not derive meaning.


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Posted by Erik Frey Wed, 07 Nov 2001 07:06:00 GMT

i was a curious child. i lived in fantasy world half the time, and the other half i lived in a real fantasy world, the noisy streets of the upper west side manhattan, NYC.

it was almost like some kind of half-autism… the part of me that acknowledges and appreciates the importance of the world around me only kicked in when i was maybe 11 or 12 years old. until then, i framed and filled the boring parts of the world with my imagination, and i think occasionally i’d forget the boundary between where my imagination ended and where the real world began.


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Posted by Erik Frey Wed, 19 Sep 2001 06:06:00 GMT


i feel like michael j. fox in that scene from back to the future where he plugs his guitar into a huge amp.


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