Head of Devin

Monday, August 31, 2026

10. DIE EIER VON SATAN

The End of August.

Time.

Time for blogging? Why not?

With Head of Devin, I used to randomly blog and the posts would be more random, content-wise. But I have since then stopped that nonsense and started journalistically checking in each month and lay down the facts. Mostly pertaining to my life. Health. Mainly about my physical and mental self diagnosis's lol. My family. Job. And even things I do, like, play shows or travel. I don't really have much to mention in this month's installment. But I will do my best to give a rundown I suppose. The beginning of the month was mainly about helping with my family get through the fires. Each year where they live becomes susceptible to fire evacuations that it's getting to the point where they are getting tougher about it, but also still have PTSD about it. Quite the combo but it is what it is. Stampede was OK. I didn't do much. I feel bad when I don't hook up with friends or acquaintances. I didn't join classmates for the 30th high school reunion. I know, curmudgeon man, but still, didn't really bother. Taking Nathan to the carnival is a bit of a toughie. He was still half asleep when we picked him up from his grandmothers on Chrystal's side, Kathy, that when he rode the first few rides he got nauseous. So we ate at the food court by the arena, (BBQ stand) and then went back to the carnival and Nathan had some fun. Some of his school friends were there by that time so he wasn't alone. After Stampede, Nathan started school at Paschal Sherman Indian School. Sixth grade. Gosh he's growing so fast. Myself, I went to Omak Middle School, and my sixth grade teacher was Mrs. Bone. Seeing him stay at PSIS this long makes my heart soar. I hope he goes to school there until the last grade he can. Other than taking care of Nathan, I work hard for him with my wife, Chrystal. I am so proud of her. We both have our faults and vices, but we love and live to see each day with Nathan. We both strive to support the little family unit we have. Things will be changing soon. We will be pursuing a new home to live in. Finding a home to buy with our income is strenuous. We need to have better jobs. But it is what it is (geez broken record much Dev?). We will probably finding a new house to rent in. We were offered the house we are living in. And both Chrystal and I don't want this house. We know what is wrong with it and we want somewhere new and maybe more newer in construction (current house we rent in was built in 1947). Seen some close friends at the end of the month. DJ Duff 666 from Tacoma and DJ Herr Zett from Sedro Wooley. Both have been in my life for quite some time and I have the utmost respect for both. Herr Zett brought Duff here to show him eastern Washington exclusively. We had a great time hanging out here at my house joking around, and watching Conan the barbarian audio commentary featuring Arnold and John Milius. We even went to Grand Coulee to watch the current laser light show. Good times.

Welp.

There it is.

A nice hefty blog entry.

Cheers.

Ciao)))

RIP Reggie Bannister

RIP Frank Beard

1st day of school, sixth grade, PSIS

RIP Dolly

RIP Tim Curry

Thursday, July 30, 2026

8. & 9. INTERMISSION/JIMMY

Holy shit. It's already the end of July? Fuck. Welp. It is what it is. OK. Where do I start? How was my July? Didn't celebrate the 250th on July 4th. Not that I am unpatriotic. I do like and love the country I live in. Even with the blood on it's hands from history. Although I didn't have to work that day, my son spent the evening sleeping because he stayed awake all night playing video games on his laptop. So no real opportunity to catch a legal fireworks show. As for the 4th of July? And the 250th year of being a country? I was born in 1978. So I have a world view of a Gen X'r. Whatever the hell that is right? The age range is so broad for our category. I am not gonna get overtly nostalgic, but I will say it's tough to speak for a generation. Once again, whatever that means. I think on top of all the world events since the late 70s, I am thinking of trying to defend both sides of my family's history. And I am now getting fatigue quickly with the daunting amount of energy just for that. I know. One thing after another right? Anyhoo, yeah, politics blow. From wars, propaganda for the mid terms and Fauci getting grilled on the congressional hotseat. Politics abound. I wanna bitch about some things, but I also don't want a digital footprint for my rants or bullshit. I also don't wanna come across as a guy in car or truck screaming at phone with this blog. The world has enough of those right? I have been trying my best to not let things bother me. I want to maintain my own sense of identity. In a sea of cows, I wanna be a lone wolf. I have no idea where this is coming from, maybe I want to be original in a sea of mediocrity. And I want to strive for authenticity. In whatever case. From art and music to rights and responsibilities. It's hard for me not to just think of myself. I want to strive for selflessness. I am not gonna go to a guru or anything (wouldn't that be cool?). Making life better. It's hard not to think of yourself. Did I say that already? Probably. So. Living better. Being better. I need to. Not just for my sake. But for the one's I love and care for. I lived life so off the cuff this long. How did I live this far? With how I am a tad self destructive in nature (no exercise, not eating good, smoking weed and eating edibles), I need to be better. I need to eat right. I need to make doctor visits. Dental visits. Maybe not go to Travis Bickle lengths of self care (remember when he was burning himself with open flame?), but you get the gist. Work has been steady. I work Monday through Friday. After working where I have been for over 11 years, I worked my way into a cool schedule. I do not miss working Sunday buffet's. Newbies and evening dishwasher can wrangle that horse. This month has had a number of good with the bad. The good. Camping with my wife and child at Swan Lake. Playing Wenatchee, WA with my metal band Khaos Driver. The bad. Air conditioners in my car and house are weak. Getting kind of tired of this shit. The Kaiser Complex fire is near my folks. They are in what is considered 3rd Degree or is it Level 3 Evacuation. They really should have left last week, but they are holding steady. Last week I helped my folks with packing essential and family heirlooms. Even the vinyl lol. They are doing well considering. I want Nathan to spend time with them this year, but dammit these fires right? Omak is surrounded by them. This shit is getting old. Well. At least we haven't had things happen here like in Seattle recently. Oof. I have noticed I have aged. Things I used to be on point with are now behind a veil of old man qualities. I'm slower. I sweat even doing the simplest things. I know it's part in parcel with not being in any sense of good shape whatsoever. In my mind I want to be better. But something in me still self sabotages myself. Even some of the most menial things like creating a playlist is a chore. Where as before I would spend hours getting things right. I am losing patience easier. All these self observations are just telling me at least I am aware of myself. Accountability is a mofo. I did spend some time trying to think about this months post. But it seems that it's hard to remember what those things were. I wonder if I lie to myself. If so, I am really good at lying to myself. Part in parcel right?