The Gonzo Wolf

In the midst of lunacy’s wind down. Buzzing like a bee hive born in the weed fields. A simple, yet personally styled birthday weekend.

Right now, I’m watching a cab POV train video that left from beneath Grand Central, ran up the Park Ave Viaduct, and turned north up The Hudson. I miss New York at Christmas, even though I only did 5 of them there. Those five visits made me feel festive in ways my own childhood couldn’t replicate; classic movie style. I recognize every bridge and building. I even recall that subway “smell”. Ancient. Forbidden, almost.

I’m spiraling in a creative flow phase right now, spitting lyrics and strumming tunes like the dam to my life’s own river cracked beneath melancholy’s weight. When this happens, I zone out to train videos for sleep. I’m sure there’s a psychological diagnosis for this problem, but I’ve never cared enough to see it as problematic. I do what I do, and it is what it is.

I took a new song from the “haha that sounds like a good song title” phase to an open mic performance in seven days. I’m on the verge of pouring all my creative energy into music in 2026. I’ve got things to say, but don’t I always?

Side note: Did you know that Kawasaki makes railroad cars and they have a manufacturing plant in Yonkers? Neither did I! See? This is stuff I wouldn’t know if I didn’t watch train videos.

Not once did I ever feel in danger on a New York subway. In Dallas, we’ve had three shooting deaths in three months. This weekend, it happened at the station closest to my home. I think I may even recognize the shooter as one of the regulars.

I’d like to think I could still make it in NY, perhaps somewhere up this line with a half-hour commute, but I won’t even get off my journalistic ass enough to make Dallas my cool news bitch. Perhaps 3+ years of sobriety hath made me lazy.

Was I more productive as a drinker?

I was fearless; numbed to future’s possibilities. You know…drunk. Now, the world is a tad more unpredictable. According to YouTube, The Pope talks to aliens. I’d expect aliens to have better sense than that.

Preach truths, toke jokes, and shoplift Amazon.

I’ve changed my mind. Fast forward this until it gets out of the tunnel. This place is my destiny. No doubt about it. I had no idea there were palm trees in Switzerland.

Are those palm trees? I’m not a tree person, but I’ve dabbled a time or two. Goodnight.