American Buffalo

My mother is an incredible woman and I love her dearly.  She is understanding and kind and loving and sincere and devoted and committed and basically just rules all around.  She’s also pr-etty damn hip.   As evinced in this it-might’ve-just-as-well-been-instagram-photo from NYE 2011/12: 

This was in Puerto Rico earlier this year.  Way earlier.  

Up in the moutains where the air is cool and everything is beautiful.   

More beauty from San Jose. 

I’m still in the city in case you’re wondering.  

Makes me think of this song: 

An abandoned building close to Hostal Urraca on Calle 34.   

This makes me think of the Matrix.  I don’t like that.