Don’t Tell A Soul

Sometimes I just want put everything in storage, take all of my money, and travel around the world for a year to “find myself”. But then I think, what if I didn’t find myself? What if I came back broke, with no job, no Santa Monica rent-controlled apartment, and no great novel to show for it?

It was a lot quicker to get from 5000 to 6000, than the last thousand miles were. This time, on the 10, just west of downtown. John Lennon is Sunday afternoon music. No longer riding on the merry-go-round, I just had to let it go. Go home and ruin your latest project for the 3rd time, but remember a good artist can always fix their mistakes.