High Times

There is nothing like sporting a limousine down a familiar street.

The only reason to get rich would be this right here.

I went on my first limo ride a short while back and it was also one of the only times I was thinkin, "damn, this don't suck at ALL."

They drive up and park illegally next the curb, and then some cat in a nice outfit with a goofy hat named Bartocamus opens the door for you. Meanwhile, as you're waiting in the cabin for your other friends to show up, you open Champaign bottles by the dozen and toggle with all the extra controls and features your Fred Flinstone ride could only dream of havin. Then, as you start driving around town, its just you and your buddies feelin cooler than everyone else on the planet.

There isn't ONE thing bad about ridin in one of these.

The Payoff

Hey Daddy-O.

It's your son. I'm listenin to that Dave Matthews track 'christmas song'. If you've heard it, it's a little christmasy, but if you've heard it, then I think you know where this is headed.

The experience of being your son will surely be one of the most important and greatest experiences in the history of my life. Words cannot adequately explain or articulate how lucky I am to have the honor of being your son.

As the years sweep us by, and as our life experience grows, I can assure you I have the utmost faith in the person you are.

I have never met anyone your age with the ability to live and think for others the way you do.

I get to learn from you everyday. Even from afar. And hopefully just a smidge of the best of you is helpful in my decision making to think outside the box, to really LIVE my life, shower passion and tolerance and conviction and inspiration into the daily lives of others.

To find beauty in the mess. To continue with my ideals. To breathe big, dream bigger. Find comfort in the grey. Right and wrong are only choices. There are only choices and consequences, and learning from them so we can become a better person, more unified into the larger piece. To the beauty of being human, failin, makin mistakes, and chasing down dreams, and gatherin the spirit in you that is truly special.

I stand here... somewhat speechless........!

Love, Tim

Starburst My Bubble

After nearly 35 years of uninterrupted monopolization of the Fruit Chew industry, Starburst has real problems on their hands.

Jolly Rancher Fruit Chews!!!!!

I had five of these glorious tastebud buddies in my mouth at one point tonight. Chewy but not waxxy. Rich and flavorful in the exact hard candy way of it's father, this Fruit Chew is a SERIOUS contender.

The biggest plus is NO YELLOW and NO ORANGE chews!!!

I think we have adequately addressed my passion for Fruit Chews. To the point where I capitalize Fruit Chew and have given proper regard to the paternal influence of Fruit Chews. Which, btw, Father's Day is happening on Sunday.

Starburst has big troubles.

a sea to every shel

My greatness is in watching the people I love flourish.

It’s been the hardest 90 days of my life.

Because it’s been ALL about me. About why people aren’t acting the way I want them to. Because I have so fiercely personalized the glitches in others. As if they are behaving the way they are because they want to hurt me.

That is so supremely self-obsessed of me. And it’s been really painful to be there.

The shift is happening.

It’s not about me.

It’s about leaning into others. Bein available.

When this happens, I’m not so focussed on me and what I’m not getting or even what I am getting.

Outta self.

It’s the only thing I know of that provides me real happiness.

The train is in the tracks again.

I’m so lucky and grateful.