mer wilcox

aw, bye bitch

72 (this highway’s mean) just stopped me in my fucking tracks like i’d never heard it before

sometimes when i’m listening to drive-by truckers i remember that they’re some of the most talented musicians of our time, and they’re not just some dudes i’m lucky enough to have in my life and it’s like… ! what an embarrassment of riches

but little girls in the 90s weren’t autistic (especially not the ones who were a pleasure to have in class)

i couldn’t tie my shoes til i was like 12! i was scolded for walking down steps one at a time because i “slowed down the line” man wtf!!!

thinking this morning about how much trouble i had in grade school with my motor skills and how it would be laughable how little intervention and support i got if it hadn’t set me back socially and developmentally the way it did

school - two weeks into 8th grade.

there’s a new caribbean restaurant in our neighborhood and y’all i am in t r o u b l e

yep, thank u! just me and rough stencil i made up that i could kiiind of see through the fabric, and sharpie. sooo much sharpie.

wait did i not tell you that i made those omg

i’m alright with some spice, and foolishly tried it with the full packet the first time. don’t do that. i find about 1/3 - 1/2 is enough for my taste.

and like, i say all that on top of their throwing DEI out the window. they’ve always been garbage, they just got away with it for way longer than the general public realizes.

my first job was at target and it was TERRIBLE. top to bottom, terrible. awful hours, no support, very little training, constant stress to hit quick time metrics on transactions. and this was 20 years ago! they’ve never given a fuck, and no cute campaigns will fix that :)

target’s “let’s try this!!!” approach to trying to fix their reputation is truly hilarious to watch go on

one of those perfect evenings to remind me why i always, always chase live music.

@jeffslate.bsky.social, thank you for the excuse to hit the road, and for the music and friendship. you’re a gift and i’m glad to know you.

i went into this long weekend on the road hoping to get some perspective back - it’s been a really long, difficult winter - and i can thankfully say, i got what i needed. so little matters, but it makes what does matter mean that much more. and i will continue to cling to that.

this made me cry (complimentary.)

some nights you hit a doubleheader of concerts and hang til 1am, some nights you lay in bed watching guys and dolls and meet me in st. louis while you eat green apple licorice. both of these kinds of nights are massively important.

my civic duty.

my hand flipping off trump international hotel.

you bet your ass i just walked here specifically to do this.

hey, let’s do it together tomorrow night!

i love (?) whenever this regime acts, seeing the outcry of “where’s congress?”, “that’s not legal!” like they think this will finally be the thing to make them care. they don’t care!!! they have the same hands in their pockets that he does!!! they’re not going to save us or anyone but themselves!!!

and yet.

if he’s not raping kids, he’s killing them. or both. what a joy.

for fuck’s sake. no one needs another fucking war.

my feet are so sore and my ears won’t stop ringing and i remain completely convinced there’s no hurt that live music (especially when made by friends) can’t fix

i don’t know much for certain, but i DO know that blasting the living bubba as you drive through the mountains of central pennsylvania during a foggy sunrise… that’ll heal damn near anything wrong with you.

tigers, faces, etc

thank you - i sure could use a healthy dose of our brand of crazy right now as i wait for things to grt better!!