Sunday, March 4, 2012

Holding On

Firecracker

I'd like to think that I'm a happy drunk. And being a happy drunk, I tend to want to spread my feelings of goodwill and mirth to those who cross my mind.

This is why my drunk dials are almost never a bad idea.

I don't call up exes and embarass myself (I think). I call up people who I have lost touch with yet deeply admire. Friends with particluar energies, qualities, and shared memories that I don't want to lose touch with.

Confession: most of them are female. And I wonder how quickly that shit will stop if they get married, or I get married, or what have you. But for right now -- and by right now I mean last night, and any other night I spend way too much on drinks in Hollywood -- I feel righteous in reminding people how special they are at 12:45am on a Saturday night.

It's always good to be reminded that somebody out there loves you.



Saturday, March 3, 2012

Local Sights

Day
Franklin

and Night
Gated Entry

It has become quite apparent that I am a gatekeeper to my own success and happiness.

And at present, I seem to have locked myself out...