Sometimes I wonder why I'm still existing in L.A. I guess it's because of my passion for writing. Had a few things go, a few credits here and there, but no big busting out. I think it's also as I get older, I find it's the little things that keep me going. A warm Spring day, fixing something on my car, landing a new trick on my skateboard, a shared smile across the room with a cute lass. I'm at a weird stage in my life. I've decided to leave all other work behind and only take writing jobs. True a risk, but otherwise I feel like I'm wasting time earning a buck instead of writing. Strangely I'm only slightly worried. I guess it just feels right.
On a more amusing note, my parents are flying in on Friday to remind me why I'm living 3000 miles away from them.
On a more amusing note, my parents are flying in on Friday to remind me why I'm living 3000 miles away from them.