Tag Archives: 3 a.m.

once upon an interstate

I know when night is gone that a new world’s born at dawn. — the prophet robert nolan We’re in New Mexico. Or maybe Arizona. Or somewhere in Texas if I got back on the interstate going the wrong direction. … Continue reading

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fresh foam indeed

winner of the carbon X vs. beacon vs. black butte porter comparison test: black butte porter. not even close. comparison tests likely should not be done late at night.

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lost in translation

It’s 4 in the morning. Or maybe 5. I’m not sure what time zone I’m in. Did we spring forward? I think my spring may be broken. I’ve been driving for six or seven hours, which in dog years doesn’t … Continue reading

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i don’t need a skywriter to make grafitti in your sky

The sunrise always listens Sometime she even finishes My sentences — the prophet westerberg

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the joy of the ancient honda, part 2

I’m a wheel I’m gonna turn on you — the prophet jeff tweedy —   I’m driving home at a little before 2 a.m. This is the time many folks call it a night at the bar (it’s Wednesday night, … Continue reading

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