Coffee With Pearce And Community Chords
This morning, after a nice long sleep-in, I got the chance to
chat with someone who I don't get to chat with often. His
name is Pearce. Pearcey is a great guy but I wouldn't consider
us to be super-close. The great thing about talking with Pearce
is that we can cover a lot of bases pretty quick and pick up
where we left off. He's one of those summery-looking, surfer
snowboarder dudes who has had a ripped body since the age
of 2. One time, late at night, I spat on his chest from the bunk
above him and he didn't even notice for about 2 minutes, until
he stood up screaming 'AWW! Who SPIT on my CHEST!!'. After
a few seconds of being grossed out, Pearce was over it and eating
Nutella out of a jar with his fingers, while saying 'Sometimes, I just
love eating Nutella.' I wish the best for that guy as he has been
through his share of struggles in life. He is becoming more and
more passionate each day and it's a cool process to watch.
God bless that wacky little dude.
I'm thankful to have a city in which I can invest my time into
a different array of people. But what the hell does 'community-
building' really mean? Building a community is sort of like playing
a chord on the guitar. A bunch of fingers come together, in the same
space on the fretboard, and make a melodic sound. If even one finger is
out of place, the entire chord sounds either totally different or
out of tune. We need to devote ourselves to the chord.
I also need to send a shout-out to my homie Liz who I got to see
briefly the other night after spending time with an old, old friend.
Liz is going to do great things (and is doing great things already) and
I hope I still know her when she becomes a world-famous
photographer.
Time to practice some Graven stuff and get ready for work. If you're
ever thirsty on a Friday or Saturday night, you know where to find
me.
