I am surrounded by so many amazing people, in such an amazing city. So many wonderful things have emerged in the last few weeks that I should be happy.

But I am not totally happy.
One person, one city, an entire era of my life has such a grip on me at the most awkward moments…

It’s like living in a strange vacuum. I have gotten so used to addressing and conversing with a mind that is so sharp, witty, and talented; that now everything seems so dull-”Everything is amazing, and nobody’s happy”

Why the hell do I care so much about this? I don’t know how to deal with it, save for be mopey and in a self imposed funk all day.

I mean hell, at this very moment I am losing sleep over it!

I can’t talk about it, because then I sound like a “psycho”.

I miss you Tarbaby and Chuckwagon. I really needed you today. I cried when I watched the Beach Boys video we made back in June.

Should I see a therapist?

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