You give me strange looks.
I suppose I should eventually update this creature of sorts.
Home-resituation felt rather anti-climactic.
I can clearly see, as can others, that a heavier weight dropped some innumerable miles south of here.
Fabuloid is closing.
I am heartbroken.
Schuyler is going to keep me working so long as he has work for me to do, but the looming reality is that this stint with employment perfection is coming to a halt.
Yesterday I was sitting on a huge cushion by the door, Fat Tire in one hand, Lucky Strike resting between the fingers of the other, talking with two Dutch persons while the bubble machine sent a whirlwind of bubbles spiraling down to the sizzling sidewalk around me and I realized how fucking good I have it here.
Last night's band practice was magical.
And I say assuredly that it would have been so even without the mushroom stems.
After a handful of rather unproductive practices, we produced three song skeletons last night, and they are all fucking incredible.
After that though my night plummeted downhill.
At one point I really thought Denis was going to have to call an ambulance- twice really.
I think I need to slow down, wise up, ease up.
I've customers to tend to and an incredible rest of the summer to smile about.
Ciao.
Home-resituation felt rather anti-climactic.
I can clearly see, as can others, that a heavier weight dropped some innumerable miles south of here.
Fabuloid is closing.
I am heartbroken.
Schuyler is going to keep me working so long as he has work for me to do, but the looming reality is that this stint with employment perfection is coming to a halt.
Yesterday I was sitting on a huge cushion by the door, Fat Tire in one hand, Lucky Strike resting between the fingers of the other, talking with two Dutch persons while the bubble machine sent a whirlwind of bubbles spiraling down to the sizzling sidewalk around me and I realized how fucking good I have it here.
Last night's band practice was magical.
And I say assuredly that it would have been so even without the mushroom stems.
After a handful of rather unproductive practices, we produced three song skeletons last night, and they are all fucking incredible.
After that though my night plummeted downhill.
At one point I really thought Denis was going to have to call an ambulance- twice really.
I think I need to slow down, wise up, ease up.
I've customers to tend to and an incredible rest of the summer to smile about.
Ciao.