Autumn In February (02.22.99)

The following are some thoughts I jotted down the day my roommate was involved in head-on collision...and believe-it-or-not, he went to work a couple hours after it happened--crazy but cool bastard.

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"Jarod Sears"
Circa Summer 1999

Autumn in February

By: Chris Zach Hidalgo - 02.22.99

Isn't it weird when something unexpected in your life takes place, the world keeps going?

Inner, non-physical pain is meaningless to anyone else who cant' feel it.

The pain selfishly concentrates on consuming only your desires and masks all your motivation to do anything.

A haze clouds over and secretly replays every pain-filled memory after memory... dissolving your confidence with every stroke.

Tears come and go and hide any path toward light at the end of the tunnel.

To fight it, Initiative must be found. With It's location unknown, energy must be redirected to find it.

Weapons must be found to wage war against the things that make you insanely aware of painful thoughts.

Leaning on a friend's comforting words refuel a struggling soldier.

Hope makes an appearance and shed's light on the desperate situation.

Know that the invisible fragrance of brokeness is seen! The smell of pain is considered! The bones that have been stripped of their flesh will live.




"Jarod In My Dorm At NAU"
February 1998

Once the realization of this truth takes hold within the heart, it shed's old skin and heaviness is lifted.

A brightness enfolds the soul. Hope multiplies and gives birth to peace.

A first step is taken, again, and the journey of life continues... remembering that this will happen again sometime in the future.

If you got this far, I appreciate your tolerance. I just thought I'd sit down and write down how I was feeling.

I hope I haven't spooked you. I just wanted to communicate how I was feeling in words to get a direct look at my insides.

My intentions were to spot any battles I could conquer to stop the relentless torture of a mindset on destroying my hope.

Solutions written and considered... and soon to be implemented, I look forward to the future... even the next moment.

Just a feeble attempt to figure my mind out, and how powerful a hold it can have on my spirit.

I now rest in my thoughts, both down and up, knowing the tunnel stretches for quite a few miles yet.

My quest continues.

Flagstaff Cinder Pits - Quadin'

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Above: Current Time And Weather In Flagstaff, AZ USA
Time Of Posting: 4:20 p.m. Pacific Time
Current Music: A Perfect Circle - "Weak And Powerless" (cool song)
Weather At Posting: 75 F - 24 C and clear w/gusty winds
Current Mood: Feelin' great!
Last Meal: Free pepperoni and mushroom strombolli from Villa Pizza in Prescott mall
Note To Self: Gotta ride my bike today

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"Headed For The Top"

Jason At His Best
The image above is of a friend on his quad headed to the top of a lava cinder hill in Flagstaff, AZ. Does he make it to the top? Check out the next picture to find out what Jason's fate is.

By The Way...
Just try to ignore the back of Ken's big head in this picture, if you would.

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"Half Way To The Top"

Will He Make It?
At this point Jason's down shifting in his attempt to make it to the top of this hill. The Hill is steeper than this picture lets on. Stay tuned to find out if Jason eats it or if he returns triumphant before his cheering friends (Ken, Brian and me).

Legend
If you'll notice in the picture above, the red dot is where I stalled the quad cause I was too concerned with where I was going to turn around without flipping over. As a result, I didn't down shift in time and stalled the quad.

The yellow line/circle is where Jason is at that point.

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"He Makes It - What A Stud"

The Triumphant Return
Despite the hazardous moguls at the base of the hill which help to slow any attemp to climb the hill at high speeds, regardless of the angle of the climb itself and in spite of all the odds against him (of which there were few ;) Jason conquers the hill!

Congratulations to the champ!

Determined, I Am
During our next adventure to the cinder pits of Flagstaff, AZ, I WILL conquer that hill if it's the last thing Jason's quad ever does, dammit! Mark my words.

Note to Jason regarding quad: Jus' messin' :)



Above: An up-to-the-minute picture of the Flagstaff, Arizona USA area. Looking North toward the San Francisco Peaks from a dorm at Northern Arizona University.


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