SoCal Rescue

SoCal Rescue

a house in Laurel Canynon

full of Joni Mitchell records

walls lined with used books

hazy artists roaming the halls

&

the smell of slow burning incense

saved my life

**

Poopy Monday.  I'm still tuckered out from staying up too late on Saturday night.  3am is waaaaay too late for me anymore.  I've ceased being a party animal and while I still love to have fun and enjoy myself, late nights destroy me now.  I spent most of yesterday yawning and fighting to stay awake so I would actually sleep through the night.  I settled in really early, watched 'The Dark Knight' and passed out cold.  I'm still a bit loafy tonight but it was worth it being able to help dear friends celebrate their engagement.  I am going to treat myself to a few new episodes of 'Arrested Development' after I finish a second stream of Matt Epp's new record 'Learning To Lose Control'.  It's MASTERFUL.  I am FULL of goosebumps.  I can't WAIT for his show in June.  His work is so beautiful and soulful, he always inspires me.  I always like to think of my heart was made of music it might sound like his work.

Just a wee poem today.  To the point.  Simple yet heavy.  If you feel this poem, you know exactly what it means.

In propinquity,

Nic

PS - I didn't write much else today.  I opened 'Hardscrabble' to correct a few typos and add a few bits just before my day ended.  It's still in the front of my mind.  I can't wait to write more!