We are the family and they're out there...

Ships are safe in harbor, but thats not what ships are for. A simple mantra Ive lived by for so long even as the meaning changes, from the whiskey conasor, chill pill addict, and american pirate . Now a recovering addict with the mind internalized by all the above. They say the wilderness can tame you yet I believe Ive tamed some of the wilderness myself. Lucas Alden.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

—    J.R.R. Tolkien

Whiskey with a side of beans and rice.

One day you walk onto your new campus, the next you meet a girl. "I don’t think I’m conscious of making monsters Outta the women I sponsor til it all goes bad But shit it’s all good’. Months later the coldness inside gives you happiness, it glues your elbows to the bar, attracts a desolate type. One day you have only one day to live free, the next you spend 90 days shitting holes and talking about your nonexistent feelings due to sociopathic tendencies. Hope glimmers in the rearview as you leave the wilderness at 4 in the morning with the dull NPR mumbling and crackling through the pickup speakers.  Your given your possessions. Golden zippo, one cigarette, ripped pair of board shorts and brewery tee shirt.  Shower with soap and comb the dreads out of your hair and step outside.  Clink, flick, inhale, breathe. Airplane takes off your stomach lurches, Jack London book in your back pocket new pack in your front pocket.  Land.  New place, new people, 4th time in a year it seems so conferrable. They say their so proud of you, so excited to see of what you become, but you wake up screaming softly every night. Nightmares you drown in Jim Beam and liquid xanax every night since you were a kid come back like they missed you. “Sixteen, I’m hollow, intolerant, skipped shots I storm that whole bottle, I’ll show you a role model” And when your day dreaming its back to a dive bar, double bourbon on the rocks with a lime, smoking inside, pretty women calling you different, walking into a room with tangible silence all the eyes on you.  Quick smile, wink, wake up in somebody’s bed and laugh about the night before. Cigarette, spliff, coffee, school.  Acclimation to the world with walls almost humorous. The sober life wont provide the inner danger i chased, or the magic i sought. Animalistic by nature it all seems tame, still like a caged animal. “Don’t you know Bad Boys move in silence or violence Take it from your highness”

Lucas Alden.