Update

I’m in D.C. I’m staying with a dear friend from back in the day. My friendship bracelet is cracking on my computer keyboard. I went out and then I came back and it’s pretty much like any other city. Older buildings, wider streets, people that are vey into their careers, but still the guys and the gals and the bars and the clubs and all the rest.

I see pictures from Chautauqua and I almost want to cry. I miss everybody so much. I miss the opportunity of walking out and talking to anybody about what they’re working on. I even miss bitching about how little sleep I got.

I’m in that ‘tweener period, not the one you’re familiar with probably. I’ve lived a great summer experience and rediscovered a passion and now I’m traveling in the USA for the first time on my own and I’m thinking about my future and the difference between the left and right coasts. SF is calling softly, but mostly I just miss living in reality and cooking food in my own kitchen.

There are so many people that are so cool ‘n stuff. Right? I mean, right? Don’t you know so many ppl that are cool and stuff? And you’ve lost touch with them and if you think about it it makes you sad, right? I see them in pictures and if I don’t friend request them in the next coupla days it’s over and I’ll never see or hear of them again.

But keeping the dream alive I want to always say that I’m an artist with confidence. Meaning I want to actually be an artist who makes art and if people ask me what I do I’ll know what to say.