and say i.

i'm not gonna lie. i been drinkin'.

not much. a little here and there, i'll say, and i kinda like it. never enough to get a load on but, damn, them dos equis lagers is delicious. and while i know this is a family show and everything, i've also been smoking some pot. again, not a lot but, it sure does help with the sleep. like a freakin' baby. problem is there's never enough food in the house when i do have a little of the evil weed. i could eat a couple bowls of cereal, some toast, a few handfuls of peanuts and wonder where the next treat's coming from...not so good. so my fear of becoming five hundred pounds keeps my pot intake in check.
i have to admit i'm losing interest here, on the big show...it's been a good show, lots of great people on it, good pace, etc..but man, i feel done. i'm getting it all done, the work, each and every day but, i need a burrito...from somewhere other than topanga and salsa and agave. i need the real el presidente. or the grilled pork in santa cruz. or the mess of a meal that is nico's tacos in tucson. i need to be sleeping in the car. making the scene at the truckstop in the morning. i need my coffee black at the counter along with my eggs. i need to get away from the girls i have crushes on. i need the late night radio. i need a double double at in-n-out burger. shit. i'll have two of those. i wanna swim in pools i'm not staying at. i wanna see spike. i want the mystery dinner at little poca cosa. i wanna wake-up in santa cruz.
i'm tired. and a few other things i won't mention here. but i am. that i am. lately my brain's been in overdrive. here we go.

g. xo