Berkeley Hippie Revival Project

I really want to show people the skill I have been mastering for the past years. To bring a new hobby, pastime, or talent to someone brings me so much joy, and I hope we can find it together rolling.

I’ve been thinking of hosting a large community art project across Berkeley

We would meet on the Glade in the evening as a group, setting out across campus with chalk and a dream.

BHRP written everywhere. Nice messages in every corner.

It was the winter of ’24, and my final year of high school. 

It wasn’t that cold, maybe 70 degrees and windy, but I still had my jacket on.

I was at the marina in the Grove and late for school. It was the first time I had intentionally turned to truancy. 

Riding a bike was a pastime of mine since it became the only activity my parents let me leave the house for in middle school. This led me to getting an electric bike in senior year. I had purchased one from an Armenian man who had recently moved to Miami from California. It hung low with big wheels and no front brake. It went thirty-five miles an hour and could only stop if you backpedaled. This is what I rode to the marina that day. 

/The December previous, my parents discovered I smoked weed after I got snitched on by the parents of a friend of mine, attempting to blame me for their son’s Xanax addiction (false and fictional, I was only about that grass).

The events that took place were no help in an already bad parent-child relationship; We fought for the following year./

It was six months until I graduated, and we were fighting about nothing, but really about control, and responsibilities, and maturity.

I rode my bike out to the marina and skipped my morning classes (I got out at 12:45, so I missed like half the day).

I sat there and listened to a song, making up words to sing over the brass.

The sun glowed on the rippling water.

My eyes had to squint from the shine and the tears.

The dock and the bay and the boats held me at that moment, not a word or other false authority.

If I feel a pressure, the water and its sight have become my exhaust.

Matty Davies was first featured in Week 2 of the BHRP newsletter, with his short film Total Anarchy. 

This week, he brings some POWERFUL stuff for y’all. Seriously, this writing is top-tier in my view.

Reading this felt like comedy for a line, and then it feels like its grandeur is yet to be fully understood:

“Solace does to coil one thousand as fear does to coil one thousand and one.”

Unrusted Crane and Circumnavigation

If you find yourself interested in tech blogs and guides, well, damn, do I got a place for you.

This isn’t no ordinary Wix shit, this is Wax; this is human passion in code form.

I’ve got a friend in Florida who be dabbing more than I do. Man, when he picks up a half-ounce of rosin and sends me a pic, I feel showed up.

Today, he has a website:

Dylanwax.com