i can’t believe i remembered my password. that’s excellent news.
it’s late, and i’m drunk on 14-yr-old scotch. sue me. it’ll be funny.
everything feels distant from me. and i prefer it that way. an elusive idea that pops up from time to time. that’s me. i’m meeting up with old friend andy spears tomorrow, along side my god-daughter’s momma and old friend, cub. they’re artists and musicians. maybe you’ve seen andrew’s work on real world or in juxtapoz. i don’t know.
what is certain is that the coasters are in my speakers right now singing down in mexico, which makes me happy.
i’ll let you guys know what happens.
(we have a lot of catching up to do)