It’s 2:15pm on a gray and frigid Thursday. I did the morning show with a couple of guests – Mark Mybeck of the Nomad Planets band and Kevin Brinegar of the Indiana Chamber of Commerce. It would be difficult connect these two guests. I can’t imagine what they have in common. So there wasn’t a theme to the show.
It’s Sunday afternoon.
Thirty years and one day ago, Alexis and I met at Players on Indianapolis Boulevard in Highland. My mom had just died a few weeks earlier. I was thinking about heading back to California when I saw this really hot Mexican chick shaking her hips on the dance floor.
There’s blankets and pizza boxes,
green tea and fog.
But at the end of today, I’m just
as lost as at the beginning of
Most of the time I wake up in the middle of the night for no reason. It’s hereditary. I’m doomed to middle-of-the-night staring at the ceiling. For the longest time, I fought it. Now, I just wake up and write to the three or four of you. Thank you for being there.