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I've always found it funny that people live in Los Angeles. I guess I think of it in much the same way I think of D.C. - a trading posts of sorts, a place to hitch your horse for a while before you move on to the next place. I've spent a lot of time here, no doubt, it comes with the trade, but there's nothing about this place that feels like it could hold any roots I wanted to put down into the ground.
Yeah, I don't know what I'm trying to say, either.
Peter has this massive pool, and I always tease him about it, but I think it has something to do with the fact that, dude, in Minnesota? You have a functional pool for two months out of twelve so the idea of having one all the time is some sort of appealing. I made all that up, but anyway. I went swimming this morning, because a pool like that, well. You'd be a fool not to take advantage. I've always loved the way it feels to be cutting through the water, the fluidity of it, the different kind of muscle burn. I must have been out there for an hour doing laps, which was pretty ridiculous. I could hardly feel my legs when I pulled myself out.
Wrung out. It felt good, though. I don't know. The combination of L.A. and swimming, it's not hard to wonder what he's doing. Then again, a quick shower and beside the pleasant tingle in my muscles it's like I was never there at all.
As much as I don't care for this town, present company has always made it tolerable. Peter has a fantastic house and he's sensitive enough to my moods that he just seems to let me have the run of it. He's got shooting and I've been poking around at scripts and thinking about maybe doing some writing myself.
I've got the time.
Yeah, I don't know what I'm trying to say, either.
Peter has this massive pool, and I always tease him about it, but I think it has something to do with the fact that, dude, in Minnesota? You have a functional pool for two months out of twelve so the idea of having one all the time is some sort of appealing. I made all that up, but anyway. I went swimming this morning, because a pool like that, well. You'd be a fool not to take advantage. I've always loved the way it feels to be cutting through the water, the fluidity of it, the different kind of muscle burn. I must have been out there for an hour doing laps, which was pretty ridiculous. I could hardly feel my legs when I pulled myself out.
Wrung out. It felt good, though. I don't know. The combination of L.A. and swimming, it's not hard to wonder what he's doing. Then again, a quick shower and beside the pleasant tingle in my muscles it's like I was never there at all.
As much as I don't care for this town, present company has always made it tolerable. Peter has a fantastic house and he's sensitive enough to my moods that he just seems to let me have the run of it. He's got shooting and I've been poking around at scripts and thinking about maybe doing some writing myself.
I've got the time.