Just shy of 2 hours from arriving to h-town (who? Mike Jones?). It's the inaugural Mexican road trip in La Tahoe, and we've shifted from jamming to la Que Buena, to Houston's Eagle. What better time to write as the mind wanders out to the vastness of agricultural lands.
I'll be running the half marathon after a string of injuries this past year. At the moment I feel healthy physically, but there's definitely quite a bit of residue left from a rough 2025. As I watch my comrades stress eat, can't help but be aware of my own nervousness as well. The evaluation part of me feels like it wants to consume me into the black & white abyss. Whatever happens tomorrow, I'm grateful to be able to toe the line again. Maybe I'll find the answers in these 80s rock guitar solos Guero is playing for us.
El aventurero,
E
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