Joseph Locatelli

I return! My electronic universe has been neglected for entirely too long. Stuff I add to later may just be stuff to which I never add. Maybe someday I’ll become neo-nostalgic, but for now I feel like letting those memories fade. I must look ahead, but first I must bury the past.

There is severe damage to my soul. I ripped it away from Laramie, a berg that forever will deserve my love. So many friends I had to leave; so many good times and places that shrank into the distance. I had to go; I was treading water, wasting my energy going nowhere. I wanted to find new opportunities and experiences. My love had turned black on the vine.

Patti, I gave you what I had. It wasn’t enough. You meant far more to me than I did to you. I was filled with excitement when in your presence; that is until I realized the uneven nature of our relationship. The shit slides downhill, and one can only stand the smell for so long. Of course you had to put a cherry on top of it after I was fed-up and absent. No hard feelings though, none at all.

So with the truth of my love so painfully evident, I pried my eyes from the past and turned to the unknown future. Remorseful and hopeful at the same time. I pushed my four cylinders of Nissan fury to Powell, Wyoming. Once there I relied upon the good graces of old friends for work; I saved up some money. Once again with the generosity of friends and Mario and Kim Locatelli, I burned rice across yet another state to establish a new path in Zoo-town, Missoula, Montana. It was the day after Thanksgiving, 2009.