I’m watching some tear-jerking movie about a boy who loses his mother, and my thoughts drifted to you. I just can’t imagine anyone else having my kids. Strange?  Insane?  

I’m so tired. I went to a screening last night for a new Jake Gyllenhaal film. There must have been 75 young models there. I have no idea why, other than to potentially meet Jake, but it seems like there might be a different reason. But I digress… got home by 1am and asleep by 2am, and Juma (my dog) woke me up at 6:30 for his morning wee. Damn you dog. Thankfully I’m just watching a movie tonight with my buddy Mark. He’s moving to Paris, so we’re hanging a bit. 

Anyway, I digress again…  I have been in talks to be the head of physical production for Bold Films, which is a company that finances and produces movies; one of which was the screening I went to last night  (“Stronger”).  I’ve had a couple meetings, a couple phone calls, a couple emails, and a couple screenings over the last four weeks, but no commitment, so I’m obviosly still looking for a new show. But at the screening last night I ran into the president of the company, and when he saw me he said “there he is, my new head of physical.”  Call me cynical (don’t really), but that seemed a bit too positive. Maybe he was being fake or too honest? You never can tell in this biz. I sent them my salary requirements, which were a tad on the high side, but if they want me to trade-off my lifestyle of multiple months off per year, then they have to pay.  I had this in the grand plan a few years from now, but not just yet. I wasn’t looking for this job. It just kinda fell in my lap. It would mean a full-time job here in LA. I can really start to build a life, a relationship, friendships, etc…   the reduced vacation time will be a drag, but maybe there’s a bigger opportunity here. Anyway, next week may be very telling. 

Have you fallen prey to the injections craze?  All the girls are doing it. A little shot here, a little shot there. Keeps the lines away. Your porcelain, freckly skin looks so so smoothe. 

Damn if there isn’t still a sting when I see your face. 

What a fucking show!  Beck opened and rocked, but sadly only played an hour.  U2 killed it though. They have so many great songs, that even with a two-hour show, they barely dented their catalogue.  You definitely would have had that happy little girl look on your face as you danced to their classics. I ende up taking Ricky, which wasn’t quite the same experience, but it was good to see him and we had a great time.  We got hammered both before, during, and after the show. That guy can out-party me any day.  I did a yoga class today to purge all the booze, etc. now hunkering down for a little nap. Dinner later with friends and then I suppose out for a spirit or two. When in Rome, dear. X

I’m assuming you aren’t in Nola. I ended up having an extra ticket, so sorry you’re not here. 

I decided to go anyway. I’m going to hang out with my friend Abel, whom I rarely see. I’m sorry we won’t be hanging out in the Rockies together. It would have been fun.