Return to Ghosts
I'll be in LA moving what's left of my crap out of my dad's place, the house I was raised in. He's moving out of there after thirty years of residence there and into a house he is in the process of buying. No more 809 N. La Jolla Avenue, and then I'll return to my regular scheduled program. Crazy. Even crazier are some of the memories that I'm digging up. It's a shame; I was hoping the past would continue its vacation in the ether. I guess you have a fairly empty future without proper integration of the past in your present. Still, I'm content to let as many ghosts stay resting as is possible.