good cop, bad cop... wild boy

October 3, 2026

alright. let's just get this one out of the way.

it started at 5, sunday school teacher, bad cop. a neighbor around the corner. spoke with a friend on the school bus one day. nana got the worst knock on the door not long after that same day. therapy included drawing, coloring, painting, chatting, and the second best therapist in the world. the judge swore her to tell the truth. she said "i don't swear." they laughed, gave her a doll and said "show us what he did to you."

enough said. jail. continue drawing. insert dance, western horseback riding, gymnastics and the ripstick.

fast forward a decade, give a couple years. she said "i'm going for a ride." reggaeton blasting through white neighborhoods. speed limit change. busted. 8 over. no warning. 3 more before the legal adult age, 8-9 over. no warnings. "just slow down."

a few years clean. no points on the record. until 3 more, plus a warning. also 8-9 over. she said "i know you have nothing better to do on a wednesday morning in kaysville utah but this is a joke. see you in court." dave gave his 2 cents. coined "bad luck." "just slow down." wtf. papi said "i never go more than 6-7 over." nana said "even 5 is sketchy." driggs pleads the fifth. mimi? pretty lil thing, rollin' in the dirt by day, in the plush bed by night. she doesn't give a rat's ass thanks to driggs.

bad cop released. 3 towns over. she said "i'm a realtor. I won't door knock or cold call anymore. these pricks won't leave me alone." dave said "realtors and lawyers are soulless people. and the world's full of hypocrites. just do your art and music. i'll buy a bandana." and he did. dave passed away after a decade long stretch of surgeries putting him back together after a climbing accident. his son saved his life that time.

another ticket no warning 10 over in manhattan kansas after escaping the cheating ex? lost it on the way back. letter received. suspended in kansas only. paint and sip boss confirmed. paid the fee. case dismissed. framed the letter in her guest bathroom next to john wayne and driggs taking a shit in the neighborhood above the toilet.

now... where is jack zeppelin? with driggs. pero like, que paso? ya tu sabes. con las perras. sus cojones fueron... que lindo vamos pendejo. mija, miráme. protégé el coche. las bolsas, por allá. esos cabrónes robaron de mi. calleté ya pendejo wey, tu madre se fue como maria? ay diomio. no puedo. de comienzo.

the bonded pair

not the first dog she saw, definitely no intention for 2, but something didn't seem right though. so, with $150, a phone functioning on wifi only, and no car insurance, she decides to go and assess the situation. with no one but driggs's ashes.

they had consistent food and water, but were stuck in a backyard in 115 degrees in a border town in the peak of texas summer. they had 7 animals in the house already, had official adoption papers ready. mija? lista. el lobo? nada.

she gave the details weeks before. service dog in training, the plan anyway.

the most irresistible photo. sold enough.

on the road... for weeks

the non-negotiables

the travellin' dave photo. the hiking pack essential turned car companion. sage, palo santo and a lighter to ease incoming panic and stay chill and cleansed as needed.

a burning world

wildfire season in the west. beaver mountain was burning when she made a poorly timed joke saying "my beaver is burning!"... she checked on the land as she drove by, devastating. worse than pine valley. this one? scipio.

babies in the backseat

back to utah. but first, a decompression campout in new mexico. waiting for el paso to open. multiple walks a day, play time, and sleeping under the stars. wild horses on the street in ruidoso. not fans of sage. palo santo? sweet.

the organ mountains

thousands of yucca blooms, slightly cooler weather, and an ethereal energy all around. an official campground with people around for safety. a few passing waves, no more.

safety check

she marked her own car. in support of the most targeted group of individuals in the world. the red hand stands for all the voices that were silenced. missing and murdered indigenous women, we support you.

shout out to native instinct for the car decal and deer woman sweatshirt. support native owned businesses while you're at it.

first drafts. a self portrait and sticker

new stickers coming soon. it's part of us too.

mission accomplished

bags secured, except...

a good boy sitting on business. no issues, other than, where's the last bag? "inside." bull. "sign here" but it's not? "sign here don't disrespect." inside? sunglasses, crochet, driggs fur, and a rock. why? witchcraft, probably.

folsom prison blues

7 days. no water, only milk. basics? hardly. a phone call home? one, no more, hold the phone. is that mariachi on tv? hell yeah. on the way to the dogs the first time. 2nd? a "friend" flew in to ease tension. pickup? on the way back the second time.

"home" at last

celebrated with a morning swim, a gifted hotel from a friend, and resuming bandanas. a breather. double daily hikes, plush beds, and ac in the southwest heat.

a different desert

lizards, a fav snack in a previous life. abundant. all the hand-me-downs from driggs. basic training slow... but good. strangers? silencio. dogs? iffy for him, workable though. mija? no pasa nada.

the losing hand

we love playing cards and games. especially when its competitive, fast or slow.

the triple 6 was canceled out by the triple 9, 10 and queen. still lost, by 1.

legendary. playing cards in store? ya tu sabes. tarot? con tiempo, luego, quizás.

re-up en las montañas

a dolly world of her own

she was just a backwoods barbie with no makeup and not enough hair. livin' on the road with a pair of wild dogs wondering what to do next. play the guitar, of course.

a fork in the road

crowded. popular place. hypothetical swim with great recall. incoming storms. the party just got started. what to do... make bandanas.

the domain

she sewd the "squares" in texas, now freshly printed in the cool alpine air. dried, secured, and put away before the rains came. winning.

the crick

ice cold refreshing water on endless refills for the babies. 75 degrees by day, 50s at night, lagom vibes all around.

aspen. a new home. back to basics.

her first bath. mija, que bonita esa perrita verdad? a previous dog ruled out for not being able to perform deep pressure therapy (dpt). same story con ella.

she stayed with a family friend, the other went a few minutes south.

long live jack zeppelin, who's flying high with driggy buds. we will never forget his service and assistance to natalia solaya. mad respect for the free spirited ones.

forever.