Lately, where I find myself being myself is –
– cleaning the bong
– lighting coals for the hooka
– mixing the next Jager bomb
– rolling the next joint
– playing my guitar
– loosing myself with the headphones on
– looking at the palm trees during yoga
– reading the “Nothing makes up for talent like undetered will” poster behind the heavy bag at the boxing gym.
– thinking about how much I’m influenced by my sister, mother, and grandma ( the loves of my life and the best friends a guy could ask for)
– processing how the fact that my sister, mother, and grandma are my best friends and how fuck up that makes me as an “adjusted” human being
– thinking of different scenarios and sub-plots for that book….
– fleshing out concepts for that script…
– trying to understand my place in the world
– thinking about what my friends and family will say about me at my funeral
– just trying to understand how my shitty piece of the puzzle fits in the grand scheme
– questioning the grand scheme
– wishing I could convey my thoughts and feeling just 10% as well as Dylan and Waits can and do…