I’m in a gunfight, right now, at midnight, in Los Angeles, on my couch, with my feet up on my coffee table.  It’s not so much a gunfight as it is a general feeling of lassitude.  Less than a week in Los Angeles and I’m already looking at plane tickets.  Do I hate it so much here? I shouldn’t, it’s got all the things that I like, creative people, lots of food, pleasant weather. I’ve just found myself becoming increasingly anti-social in the last few years, and it’s hard to put my finger on a reason.

It wasn’t that long ago that I was a terrifying spendthrift with insatiable appetites for argument and alcohol. I suppose I’m still irresponsible, but in a far less interesting way. I’ve already managed to disappear, now I need to figure out how to come back.