Honey, Sometimes Love Dont Solve Them.

- Something I have been working on for a few days here. My obsession with folds in fabric seem to have gone overboard the last few weeks. This may or may not be for the whole site overhaul.

Life is good. No I take that back, life is excellent. After years and years of seeking my own ideal, I have stumbled across this simple “European cartoonist” style life. It is wonderful…and greatly needed, and deserved.

I spend the days reading in the sun, or drawing…thinking about ex lovers and beautiful women, but not in the melodramatic self-deprecating ruts of the past. I have had will Oldham records on constant repeat for nearly 2 weeks now…and while I once loved his music for it’s dark imagery, I am now relishing in all ways he portrays beauty.

My evenings are spent catching up and drinking with old friends. Long walks and movies. Glad to be back in a city I love, with people that love me. All my previous angers and anxieties gone.

My nights are spent catching up with work work, and laying on my back wrong ways in my bed, smoking hand rolled cigarettes and waiting for pre-dawn light.

My only distractions are a slue of terrifying dream sequences, and the constant deconstruction of my neighbor’s deck at 8 in the morning. But these things are easily drowned out by the tranquilities of the day.

Speaking of ex lovers and beautiful women, I may in fact be having a schedule run in this weekend with someone I have not seen in a long long time. I am nervous and anxious and excited and exhilarated…it should be wonderful.