PART 27

Woke up feeling like I just got out of brain surgery. This week has been filled with work and shooting a documentary and preparing for a music video and helping my friends with bed bugs and spending time with Amanda and getting blisters on my feet. I’m on the brink of something. I can feel it. I hope it ends up good. I may need a yard to dig holes in. Don’t knock it till you try it. Probably one of the most therapeutic chores one can get involved in. But don’t dig for a reason and don’t dig towards a destination. I think I/we/you surround ourselves with situations that don’t allow us to actually see the work accomplished by our own hands. We’re living far too cerebral and I think it’s forcing us into victimized mindsets. Paint a picture. Sew a quilt. Chop wood. Shave a sheep. Fix crooked pictures on your wall. Repaint the golden gate bridge… golden this time. Dig a hole, damn it.