Lessons from a Vagabond

Getting a little caught up in these growth patters at the moment. Loving the prospects and the new creative projects in the air, but there’s one thing I need:

To…. have…. FUN!

Now, I’ve had this problem before, hence the redux. And I know myself pretty well. I ruminate. I pontificate. Hell, when I’m feeling really emphatic about something, I may even gesticulate. (Oh, and I alliterate.) But you know what? Sometimes a dude just needs to get stupid. Think of nothing, feel weightless. 

There are plenty of stupid people in this city of Angels. I’m not talking about the ones that we’ve made fancy categories for. Nope, not the “douches”, the “bitches”, or the tacky and tired “trannies” that commodify fun with an Ed Hardy cap or whatever wild and crazy new leggings Lindsay Lohan is wearing. I’m talking about the people that can do anything and turn it into hilarity. The problem is that to do anything in LA, you need to drive, drive, park, wait, drive, wait, and then maybe see if you can muster some spontaneity with the friends you got ahold of that weren’t nuzzling with their sweetie, tired from work, or just lame. (Reasonable excuses I guess, but this must be resolved.)

But before I take off on the nearest plane, train or automobile outta this place, lemme just put this simply: take some of the weight off my chest, gimme a posse and gimme the light. 

Raggah rah!

This was also one of summer 2009’s goals. And 2008’s and 2007’s, but who’s counting?