currently
I have saltwater and sand in my hair, beer in my belly, a sunburn on my shoulders, and the promise of more P.A. work in my head.
What more could I possibly ask for? I mean, realistically? Sure, there's a glaring absence in my life as of late, but fuck it-- my life is amazing.
Andy, Jay, and I laid out on the beach in Venice, I got my ass pummeled by the waves.
We played bacci ball in the sand and darts at Jay's place three blocks from the beach.
I met some awesome people and had a great time.
Also, my pledge to myself to neither cut my hair or shave until landing another P.A. job has left me feeling like a relic form the '70s...Not quite sure whether or not this is a positive or negative thing...
What more could I possibly ask for? I mean, realistically? Sure, there's a glaring absence in my life as of late, but fuck it-- my life is amazing.
Andy, Jay, and I laid out on the beach in Venice, I got my ass pummeled by the waves.
We played bacci ball in the sand and darts at Jay's place three blocks from the beach.
I met some awesome people and had a great time.
Also, my pledge to myself to neither cut my hair or shave until landing another P.A. job has left me feeling like a relic form the '70s...Not quite sure whether or not this is a positive or negative thing...