Mr. Ian M. Belcurry

My names Brian. I like literature and skateboarding. I Just want to post things nicely that amuse me.

Fuck life. I live in Capitol Hill now. Such a painful night. The woman I still love and am leaving told me how much of a fuck I am. I understand her anger. I never regretted loving her. I was unhappy, and I chose to leave. When she cried I wanted to take it back. When she told me how selfish and immature I was, I insisted I loved her as best I could. The thing that hurts the most is that she thinks I never loved her, when I truly did and took her into consideration in most things I did. Such a painful night.

At this gas station on Spear and Zuni (to the left, out of view; I’m on 27th here, looking at downtown), there was a glass handle of whiskey, by a car next to the convenience store. There was about a shot left. Inside, I looked for something as a somewhat sketchy dude talked to the Asian clerk. The guy was tall and skinny in jeans and a small T-shirt. He spoke very high pitched and said, “I don’t got nothing. I don’t got nothing.” I stood behind him, giving them space. The dude said, “See…” Padding his pockets, animatedly. He didn’t pad his back pocket of his jeans, I noticed a bulge. The clerk said, “I saw you on camera.” And pointed to it, to his right. The guy pulled out 2 bags of twizzlers, and said, “Sorry.” The guy, who had a meth-vibe, grabbed what he bought and some papers and turned around. He briefly looked at me. The clerk said, “You see that?” “Was he stealing?” (As I had gone back and forth whether they were friends or this was a confrontation) “Yeah, I told him I saw him and he didn’t believe me until I told him I saw him on camera.” He pointed at the screen again. I said, “Yeah, that was weird.” And I walked back home with 2 lighters and got stoned and wrote this.

At this gas station on Spear and Zuni (to the left, out of view; I’m on 27th here, looking at downtown), there was a glass handle of whiskey, by a car next to the convenience store. There was about a shot left. Inside, I looked for something as a somewhat sketchy dude talked to the Asian clerk. The guy was tall and skinny in jeans and a small T-shirt. He spoke very high pitched and said, “I don’t got nothing. I don’t got nothing.” I stood behind him, giving them space. The dude said, “See…” Padding his pockets, animatedly. He didn’t pad his back pocket of his jeans, I noticed a bulge. The clerk said, “I saw you on camera.” And pointed to it, to his right. The guy pulled out 2 bags of twizzlers, and said, “Sorry.” The guy, who had a meth-vibe, grabbed what he bought and some papers and turned around. He briefly looked at me. The clerk said, “You see that?” “Was he stealing?” (As I had gone back and forth whether they were friends or this was a confrontation) “Yeah, I told him I saw him and he didn’t believe me until I told him I saw him on camera.” He pointed at the screen again. I said, “Yeah, that was weird.” And I walked back home with 2 lighters and got stoned and wrote this.

Often, after bong loads I’ll notice a cloud in the air of the smallish room.

Often, after bong loads I’ll notice a cloud in the air of the smallish room.

jgrantbrittain: Mark Gonzales, treeplant, the 80s, Laguna Beach. Photo: Brittain @theskateboardmag #theskateboardmag #gonz #markgonzales #treeplant #skateboarding #grantbrittain #thegonz Joy

jgrantbrittain:

Mark Gonzales, treeplant, the 80s, Laguna Beach. Photo: Brittain @theskateboardmag #theskateboardmag #gonz #markgonzales #treeplant #skateboarding #grantbrittain #thegonz

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