Inks & Trace Metals
In the Cold of Night
Like clockwork, I was up at 4:00 a.m. wandering around my living room and gulping down a cup of orange juice, cigarette in hand. After 10 minutes I laid back down in bed, stared at the ceiling and then started typing. One of the benefits of having insomnia is that the most retarded things hit you in the cold of night. Ideas you wouldn't normally have jet in and out of your brain. In a lot of ways it all helps with my writings. Those shorts I use to do all the time- I still do them, pounding them out in a matter of minutes and saving them down in the bowels of my laptop. Most of them are complete crap but one out of a few turns out really well although, admittedly, I have a sort of personal bias.
By 5:30 I was up on the roof watching the sun rise and fill the sky with orange. I can't remember the last time I did that- maybe a few years back while driving cross country on tour. But just sitting there, listening to the city and watching slowly fill with glow- it was nice. I should probably do that more often.
The prospect of moving to London in the upcoming year is looking more and more tempting. Whether it will really happen is anybody's guess. Things in the area are starting to weight down on me and the more it happens the more I retreat in to a cave of sorts. Ben was in town this past weekend just having him here was fucking amazing. I don't think I've laughed that much with someone over the stupidest shit in a good, long while. He's been one of my best friends since I was 17, same with Blake, and I don't think that'll ever change. We can go a year without seeing each other and pick up right where we left off- hitting each other in the nuts and cracking the gayest jokes.
Like clockwork, I was up at 4:00 a.m. wandering around my living room and gulping down a cup of orange juice, cigarette in hand. After 10 minutes I laid back down in bed, stared at the ceiling and then started typing. One of the benefits of having insomnia is that the most retarded things hit you in the cold of night. Ideas you wouldn't normally have jet in and out of your brain. In a lot of ways it all helps with my writings. Those shorts I use to do all the time- I still do them, pounding them out in a matter of minutes and saving them down in the bowels of my laptop. Most of them are complete crap but one out of a few turns out really well although, admittedly, I have a sort of personal bias.
By 5:30 I was up on the roof watching the sun rise and fill the sky with orange. I can't remember the last time I did that- maybe a few years back while driving cross country on tour. But just sitting there, listening to the city and watching slowly fill with glow- it was nice. I should probably do that more often.
The prospect of moving to London in the upcoming year is looking more and more tempting. Whether it will really happen is anybody's guess. Things in the area are starting to weight down on me and the more it happens the more I retreat in to a cave of sorts. Ben was in town this past weekend just having him here was fucking amazing. I don't think I've laughed that much with someone over the stupidest shit in a good, long while. He's been one of my best friends since I was 17, same with Blake, and I don't think that'll ever change. We can go a year without seeing each other and pick up right where we left off- hitting each other in the nuts and cracking the gayest jokes.