What the hell is going on?
I always get excited about my little projects, but never like this. And should I feel bad by being excited? I mean. It’s a charge. A rush. And what from?
Pierre passing away? He was one of my best friends. I should be in mourning, no?
The Clovis Sisters calling me the other morning? I thought Tracy was mad about what I wrote. And where the hell did they get my number?
Scott fixes the ya pedal and wants to score my show? I think he feels the vibe I’m on. Says he can feel the love in the new show. Pushes me.
Tara writes? I thought she was weirded out because of the letter I wrote back in ’00. I think I said something about Miles Davis. Or a one-way plane ticket.
I easily swap 3 cups of coffee for 4 glasses of water in the morning, just like Elly told me to and I feel great?
Pictures come in the mail from Em. I never get mail! And now I do. At someone else’s home.
4 chapters. And an intro. The preview below. Haven’t smoked all day but I feel like one now. Friends comment more on the new show then they ever did on the one about Shanghai. Maybe it’s because I’m not grumpy.
Tim writes. And then deletes. Repeat two more times. Send again. Perfect.
An older man faints on the boat yesterday and then throws up on my shoes. Don’t worry about it, you’re not the first one to throw up in this town. I’ve made a mess, he laughs. Be glad you didn’t fall the other way.
…this is strange.
I leave in 10 days. The fucking book will be done. No. No cursing. It’s no longer the fucking book. It’s the book. The show will be done. Then I’ll come back with footage and stories from India and Nepal. In-Diaries I’ll call it.
The cigarette was a bad idea. It’s trying to take credit for my buzz. Not this time, Mister Marlboro. This is coming from somewhere else.
Finally.
Most people’s reaction would be to say “slow down, man.. relax!” but I’m not going to say that because I can see how much of a good thing this is for you. I am so glad you are feeling so positive about even a guy throwing up on your feet..you were wearing shoes, right? But even if you weren’t, I bet you could see the warm, squishy feeling as a good thing in this state of being.
Keep on truckin`!
what the hell is going on he says. life. isn’t it exciting? – so glad to see you smiling through your words. i was wondering when that would come. you were starting to bum me out for a few months. *big hug*
Maybe friends are commenting more because you are in a happier state of mind these days, just like Christine said. Admit it, thost last few months in Shanghai were getting to you and it showed in your face, your attitude and your blog. You seem revitalized now, and maybe Pierre is kicking your ass from heaven to get the book finished.
Plus, it IS kinda cool to be a fugitive from the Chinese government, on the lam… reminds me of the old Blue Oyster Cult song “I’m On The Lam But I Ain’t No Sheep”.
nice! I’m getting all buzzed from your buzz!