I used to live in the desert with a skull on a stick

I lived outside in the Sonoran Desert for a year and I had this skull I’d painted with nail polish on a post next to a big cactus. I had a small tent and a fire pit and a little island of dust to myself with deep drainage channels (seasonal river beds or whatever) and I had a bunch of adventures and met all kinds of people. I still have a lot of friends from my time out there which included time living indoors for a year or so too as well after spending a lot of time in the city in the years before. I knew the city streets very well but I loved living out in the country on the other side of the Tucson Mountains. A lot of my stories here feature characters based on people I know but like the real life people are points of departure for more fantastical characters involved in fantastical narratives. But when I write about visiting a raven’s nest in a saguaro it is not too fantastical to me because I do things like that. I miss the desert.

I will post more about this stuff as I go. I should try and do more fiction where I can use pictures I actually have to illustrate stories.

Anyway one day a dude who hated me because I helped an old lady who called the cops on him trashed my camp and threw the skull into a thorny mesquite where I left it and just moved away from that camp and stayed in the city with my t girls for a while.

have a nice sunday