this is not an unfamiliar site in these desert lands.
an empty and abandoned building is as common place as stars in the sky, and just about as frequent, depending on where you're viewing.
remanence of civilization scatter the ground as far as the naked eye can see.
rusted spray paint cans, broken guitars, gears and switches belonging to god knows what clutter my mind and give my feet suitable trinkets to kick about.
a wooden fence, incapable of keeping anything out, directs you windingly past two ancient gas tanks, decorated with a cowboy and a davy crockett doppelganger, towards an empty kidney shaped pool and that sore thumb of a KOA building.
the aura of this place makes my skin crawl. something is off about it, and i definitely do not feel any sense of comfort, but my fascination of this place is unfleeting.
i make my way into the A framed structure, to witness what looks like a construction site half finished during the destruction part of the process.
holes in walls give a clear view into connecting rooms.
each step is chosen carefully as to not step on something that will result in the need of a tetanus shot.
i now realize why so many spray cans clutter the grounds outside, as i walk the interior of this buildings halls.
crude messages and drawings of paint, muddle the walls "jimmy loves suzie" "hank wuz here" "fuck you!!", hardly a stretch from our primitive cave man paintings.
a solid kick to a stubborn bathroom stall door, reveals nothing more than a decaying toilet.
just as i'm about to get my fill, at this former gas station, i get a jolt to my system.
when in an abandoned camp ground stranded in the middle of nowhere, and you suddenly hear another human's voice crack the air, it tends to send a cold stiff finger grazing down your spine.
that's when i do a turn-about seeking the source of this voice, i see the silhouette of a shaggy looking vagabond staring down at me from the top door of the A-framed building.
"In answer to the "Is the glass half empty or half full?" question, the pessimistic approach would be to pick half empty, while the optimistic approach would choose half full."
This is the picture and explanation for "pessimism" lifted straight from good ol' Wikipedia.
Well my question is.... what does it mean if you look at the glass, and think... fuck you and fuck the cup. i'm trying to get a fucking drink of water here, not psychoanalyze my life with liquids.
better question is: if that glass was filled with whiskey, and you ask anyone i know, if it's half full or half empty... you'll get a resounding "half empty" response from almost each and everyone. i think it all depends on what's in that little glass there. not like this is "signs" by m. knight however the fuck you spell his name, and we are waiting around for aliens to show so we have a clue as to how to defeat them because some little girl doesn't know how to finish a god damned glass of water. and then you have to have joaquin phoenix around to "swing away".
however i may have read way to far into a simple analogy.
this is "the captain". he is 81. he was my neighbor for over a year. i really don't know how to sum this man up in words. everytime i try to even come close.... some other story involving him and his wife re-enters my mind, and it just throws it all off. i'll try to encompass him periodically through-out this blog, with stories, and unbelieveable wild rides. for example; timothy leary once tried to pay "the cap" for his services with a mason's jar of yellow sunshine acid during the 70's. not too bad at all.
*use discretion and common sense on the most part.... i.e. if it's a photo of say, a drunk bukowski rubbing a nude young lady, then i was more than likely not the one snapping said photo. don't be thick.