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May 21, 2015

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    Hella Dimmer Switches

    May 20, 2015

    dimmer switches
    Jon Berardi y’all.

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      Guitar Repair Woman

      May 13, 2015

      I was at a Vipassana course when Mother’s Day arrived
      so Mom made a collage in our honor.
      Commenting on my affinity for Conway Twitty’s glasses
      during a time of Journey and the Miami Vice everything-must-go rack
      would just be downright cruel.
      mom collage
      Sorry about the glare off my chin in the right side pic.
      It was an accidental collision between the flash and the Clearasil.
      I love you, Mom.
      Lucky,
      Boy

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        The ticklish forever

        April 29, 2015

        Walkin off the grid to Vipassana til May 10th.
        the ticklish forever
        Be good to each other.
        Love,
        Buddy

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          Free may have made it hard to breathe

          April 23, 2015

          1) If forced to pick a favorite, this.
          2) It’s been up for over a year and has 180 views.
          I’ve watched it at least 27 times.
          I’m in love and can no longer be selfish.
          I write alongside it when no one’s watching.
          3) It’s 16 minutes and 31 seconds long,
          which statistically means only about .75 of you
          will ever click play, hungry badgers.
          4) Consider passing the video on to true-of-heart quality
          artists navigating in good form, whether in front of 15 or 15,000.

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            Puzzles with Mom

            April 22, 2015

            Puzzle 2
            Mom and me 2

            April 21, 2015

            Mom Puzzle
            Mom and Me

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              Today I met my nephew

              April 18, 2015

              Liam Zane

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                In Concert

                April 16, 2015

                One of the most influential and trusty heroes
                of my college years, Lee Shefferman, saw a poster
                for the the final show of this epic Riled Up
                and Wasted On Light World Tour, which will be
                realized tomorrow where he now works as
                a counselor at UNC in Greeley, Colorado.
                Neither of us knew til last night.
                Tonight I got to eat dinner with he and
                his two little girls (made out of calm candy and
                smiles that melt steel). One of them sang me a song
                from Little Mermaid. Whole restaurant clapped when she finished.
                There are 16 months (maybe 40 years) of reasons
                I hold these tears on top of my face,
                all of which have to do with arriving.
                Lee and me
                See y’all tomorrow night for one last show
                (before I fly to Texas and put puzzles together with Mom!):
                Tickets via www.buddywakefield.com/tour-info
                Coincidence must be made of magnets.

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                  Land the plane

                  April 15, 2015

                  I was the ONLY passenger on the flight into Kirksville, MO.
                  Captain Matt let me ride shotgun.
                  We were 8000 feet up when he took this picture.
                  Kirksville Flight
                  Thank you Truman University
                  for an unforgettable second-to-last show
                  of one long motherlovin world tour.
                  And thank you aggressive handsome man in the St. Louis airport
                  for offering me a handjob at the urinal.
                  While I didn’t feel comfortable accepting,
                  I was having a bad hair day
                  and ya really made me feel like one of the gangbang.

                  “…and I lift my glass to the awful truth
                  which you can’t reveal to the ears of youth
                  except to say it isn’t worth a dime.” – L. Cohen

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                    Bring it in

                    April 13, 2015

                    Bam! Photo courtesy Jon Berardi,
                    Buddy and Jon
                    the man who produced all my CDs.
                    That’s he and I twenty years ago.
                    Bummer Mervyn’s went out of business
                    or I’d be able to better help anyone
                    in the market for some blossoming khaki shorts.

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                      Geese bump

                      April 6, 2015

                      I once had two geese, The Colonel and Mrs. Marple.
                      They were very much in love.
                      Mrs. Marple died.
                      A week later The Colonel started laying eggs.
                      I had to rethink how I looked at Colonel.
                      I also had to find Colonel a good home
                      so he wouldn’t be by him… herself.
                      Two years later, meet Colonel Lucy and Leroy
                      Colonel Lucy and Leroy Leila Louie and little George

                      with Leila, Louie and little George.
                      Leile Louie and little George

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                        Finish Line Shine with the nines

                        March 25, 2015

                        Early last year in Phoenix I made a FB post
                        about a woman traveling West with Kaylen and I.
                        The post said, “We picked up a rad Slovakian.
                        Headed West. Night off. Free to roam.”
                        Her name was Patricia.
                        She had been traveling the world on her own for six years
                        and was looking forward to the West Coast.
                        patricia k and I
                        Before Patricia could leave Arizona with us
                        she had to hear back about an odd job
                        that she wanted to follow through on
                        to avoid leaving the employer high and dry.
                        When it was time for Kaylen and I to pull out,
                        Patricia had to stay behind.
                        A year later, today, I stopped to pick up a hitchhiker
                        in Klamath Falls, Oregon.
                        patricia hitchin
                        Holy Patricia.
                        I got out of the van, held my arms wide open,
                        watched her backpackin smile run up the shoulder.
                        Hug the sun. Yes!

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