Don't take me back home

The past week I found out that a friend of mine from high school had died while off road trucking in I believe New Mexico.
The crazy part is that she was a 5 ft Asian girl who was really nice and shy.

When Meg (my dearly deceased old friend) and I were good friends it was about the time that the only thing we liked to do was smoke pot, talk about boys and go snowboarding. Meg was a risk taker, I could see it when we went snowboarding she was never scared of anything. I on the other hand, was scared of everything especially breaking my leg while being high and then being high and going to the Hospital. That was end of the world doom. But Meg didn't care..she just did whatever and it was pretty amazing.

Meg had this very sweet side to her as she was always quiet and very mysterious. She was adopted and lived with a white family. Maybe all of these things are what made her so adventurous just being not attached to anything and being able to be fully free but maybe lonely.

I guess she was alone and it took 4 days until they found her which is the one thing that made me sad to know that she was by herself. But she was always by herself, and maybe that's what made her happy and to think of Little Meg off road trucking through the desert having a wonderful time until the end.....well that's just the perfect image.

My favorite memory of our relationship

Meg and I were at the bottom of the hill one day after riding and smoking up in the car. We were sitting against a bench with part of our gear off and it was such a nice day that it didn't matter. We were quiet when all of the sudden a girl skier came down one of the bigger hills except instead of rocking from left to right to slow her pace she just went straight down the hill screaming the whole way. Meg and I had the same expression, jaws wide open not saying a thing. We just watched painfully as this girl came barrelling down the hill faster then lightening. Normally an ambulance would be involved with this situation but the girl just made it down to the bottom eventually finally hurdling herself to the ground. Meg and I were really quiet until we finally looked at each other and started to burst out laughing.
There's a possibility that since we were both high this was funnier at the time..but the best part of that whole moment was that it was one of those moments that you have with someone your really close to at the time where you don't have to say anything. You could just communicate with each other without even saying a word. At the time it made me feel like I was apart of someone, something, everything and I'm very grateful.

Well for weeks I've been gearing up for a rejection letter from this gallery in Minneapolis for a show I had applied to weeks ago. Well I got in and to my surprise they choose out of some artworks that I sent a very old painting I had done years ago. It's actually one of my favorites because every time I look at it there is this warm feeling that comes over me and a mystery of what I was thinking when I painted it. But it's never any one elses, probably because its minimal and small where as all my other art works are big and flashy. It was really really relieving, and wonderful to find that someone else found whatever it was that I had thought was so beautiful at the time and still do. Its a great reminder that there is always someone out there that will connect you just have to wait a while.