I crossed the vortex out of Los Angeles and entered a new dimension. A realm unknown to me, or maybe just forgotten. Right away, I missed so many things. I missed places and people, but I missed feelings the most. In life, I don’t remember ever feeling truly safe, but there have been times that have felt more threatening. This was one of those times, adrenaline pumping, and hyper vigilant, I felt the dull ache of separate-ness from all of my creature comforts. I was also hung-over and drained. Exhausted from packing, moving, climbing up and down those stairs, finishing that record, playing that awful gig (I walked off stage after three songs due to a panic attack), and then saying fuck it all, and going on that bizarre bender with that strange woman, at the Chateau. I guess the thing the music biz guy said, might have gotten to me after all. I tried to big myself up. I tried to prove how fabulous and free I was… and really, that’s ugliest side of myself.
“You have no hits. You should…
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