Visited my pops in LA again. He’s retired and likes to record himself playing the saxophone on his digital camera. I taught him that. I also tried to teach him how to upload videos to YouTube and he said, “Wait, who’s going to watch this shit?”

Everywhere.

Have. Have. Have.

I don’t need anything more than the above. Time to shed some layers. God, I can’t wait for spring.

Want. Want. Want.

California and back, again.

Things are kind of slow. I feel like I’m still on vacation. Kick me in the pants, please. I neeeeeed it.

It snowed and now it’s snowy.

I’m here, you’re there. Now what?

Every morning, this is what I’m going to tell myself.

That fly wasn’t supposed to be there but he was there and it was okay cause it was cool. Hey fly.

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place, with a donut in your hand.