I am back in the swamp. Not completely sure how long I can take it. As I arrived I was welcomed by the fringes of a tropical storm. The damn things follow me like the plague trails the rat. Yet, there was something comforting about it. At least it fits. Unlike the latest transplants from pittsburgh and philly playing the part of the local very badly. My god, I almost forgot how how ugly this place can be.
Friday I head to boston to be a part of a TV pilot about baby boomers for PBS. What a strange, strange world. The producers sent me a list of topics that will be explored. The first is…’what are the 10 things you want to do before you die.’ So far I can only come up with 5. Is that sad? Ha. So I’ve been asking a few ’strangers’ the question, the answers are all… ‘travel to (someplace), have sex with (some model or starlet). Makes my answers seem either insanely booring or insanely dimensional. I’ll give you 2.
One: write at least one really good song. Two: live somewhere I can see the stars.
I just asked a man in a wheel chair, he wants to walk.
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