Went from Savannah, Tampa, Arizona to San Fran, Chicago, Michigan, Maryland with no kickstand

went from Savannah, Tampa, Arizona to San Fran, Chicago, Michigan, Maryland I’m a bad man

Typically it’s the hunger, hunger that comes from under,

kind that come from the guts, that turns you into a hunter,

encourages that level performance from jennifer lawrence,

makes you climb pedastule that high and never come off it,

they say its remarkable, oh how they applaud it,

and you resent them, they don’t know how bad you want it,

how bad you need it, made it this far on intravenus,

call your hunger a game and have the nerve to believe it,

they didn’t see you were cold, riding that road alone,

dead battery. can’t see two inches in front your nose,

dogs follow your scents vultures hope for your bones,

you feel God knows what coming awfuly close,

how much you kno bout dat bruh, wanna gimmie dap bruh,

wanna sit my lap bruh, hear bout where I been at bruh,

jolted out of sleep had to cry myself back bruh

that ain’t what you asked for, you just want the laughter,

you just want me to sang all about the fun and games,

you just like hunger games, please skip the hunger pains,

skip past the aches the lonliness, doubt and shame,

just tell me bout new orleans, don’t tell me bout hurricanes,

boy you just struck a vain, girl you just hit a nerve,

God made me climb for my grade, graded me on dangerous curves,

fed me out of his hand, put me to rest on the curb,

all you see is broad shoulders dont care how they was earned

dunno what none of this meant, what none of it means,

you wanted to hear, I’m just tellin you what I seen,

sometimes my chest burns, bubbles, and boils,

guess that makes me an artist, sometimes I gotta make noise,

dunno rhyme or reason, I just know how to rhyme,

no, I dunno why I did it, I just knew I had to ride,

got an hour and stomach for it I’ll tell you about my year

hell yeah I was scared but what should be the fear

(wrote to this beat)


When I look back at this time.in my life in my Seventies, in my Eighties, I want to know that I gave it all I got. That I gave myself a shot. I want to see this moment anticipating having perspective on it later. I’m so scared, because I’m not doing what I’m supposed to be doing. But for the first time in my life I’m getting palpitations and nausea from anxiety, and I’m PRAYING that I’m doing what I’m meant to be doing.

My friend Matt Nation once said to me the reason people love performers is because they seem so much freer than everyone else. I love that concept and I take that a step further. People watching in NYC, and in my own experience, most people are never nearly as free as they are to be themselves, and to honestly express themselves as they are with their own families. The most introverted people become performers around their own families. I think people love performers because performers can somehow treat EVERYONE like family.

The `Speare Bearer’s Ride: Route S, Pittsburgh, PA to Washington D.C. 09/13-09/17, Pt. 9: Patti & Tommy? the Gumption Dragon, and the Great Trail Exchange

The question mark is because I’m a jerk, and it took me so long to find a computer since I’ve gotten back to NYC to blog that I’ve begun to forget lIttle details of the final few days of my tour, like the names of this wonderful couple I met riding the C & O trail. I believe this couple is Patti and Tommy. We ended up chatting for a bit, when I took a break from speeding through the trail to ask them for directions. I ended up performing for them, I believe it was a Twelfth Night scene, and to my surprise, they weren’t content to let me just perform for them. They wanted an equitable exchange, and each had pieces to perform for me. 
Tommy had actually gone to high school with Nils Lofgren, famed musician of the E Street Band, and Neil Youngs Crazy Horse. He shared a funny limerick Nils recited at a talent show when they were kids. And Patti, also a performer, puts on shows school age children as “The Gumption Dragon”, a magical dragon all about encouragement and affirmation. She shared one of her pieces about “power” and it was so gleeful and sweet I almost burst into delighted pieces right there. And she does this all in an awesome dragon costume. Check her out!: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RFrSGSIIwLM&feature=youtu.be

My mother often asks me when I’m going to get a job, if I don’t realize I have to work. I always ask her “So you don’t think what I’ve been doing for the last seven months is working?”
She never has an answer for me.

Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.
The `Speare Bearer: More Seattle and Stories From the Hole pt. 2.1 07/18
One big surprise that awaited me in Seattle was the day I went around to the Seattle Center to introduce myself at all the local theaters, and I walked into Seattle Shakes, and spotted a friend from school in the offices. Thea and I went to Savannah College of Art and Design (SCAD) together, and were friends, but I hadn’t seen her since just before we graduated, 5 years ago, and surely did not expect to see her working for Seattle Shakes (She was not a Performing Arts major, but an advertizing+graphic design major), or in Seattle in general. We both caught each other off guard, had a delightful, flabbergasted reunion, briefly caught up, she gave me the skinny on Seattle Shakes, where she is one of their head marketing coordinators, and on the Shakespeare scene in Seattle in general.
It turned out about 3 days later, when I was about 2 days east of Seattle, that I finally just realized I was EXHAUSTED from my 5 month ride at this point, and needing to go home and rest.  So I was BLESSED from God with a really cheap hotel room in the small town I’d ridden to east of Seattle, Cle Elum, a really cheap flight back to Florida from Seattle, access to an airport shuttle that could take me AND my bike back to Seattle, and the means to pack my bike up (which had proven an immense challenge before). And it also turned out that the girls lived really close to a light rail that could take me directly from and to the airport (where the shuttle dropped me off), to catch the flight I’d booked, which would depart 36 hrs after I would return to Seattle.
Are you following this?
Anyway I really had a great time staying with my friend and her roommate for that time. They are both such intelligent, and fun ladies, great conversationalists who both work in theater in Seattle, so I had a great time dishing with them about that. We talked about art, theater, feminism, Arrested Development, our futures, theater in Seattle, dished about local the local theater climate, being artists.. Even though most of this trip was about getting away from my insular group of artist friends in NY, and being around real people, who have normal jobs, and live more traditional lives, as much of a breath of fresh air as that has been, I really love artists and love being around them so much, talking about art and the artists life. It’s one of my great joys, and the girls were so thoughtful, and funny, and eloquent. They were super kind and hospitable to me, and really put me at ease in the kind of stressful transition back home. I’m super grateful for that.
Turns out there’s A LOT of SCAD people in Seattle.