I’m almost 1/3 of the way through drive back to LA; Juma on my arm, panting away, probably wondering what the fuck is going on… it normally doesn’t take this long to get to work. Sorry the way things worked out for us. I wish you could’ve been different. I had to come to grips with that whatever fear you have or whatever fear I may have instilled in you, you’ll never get over it and maybe whatever mistrust we have each other, maybe we’ll never get over that either. That doesn’t mean I don’t think about you or wish you were here on this drive. To quote Pink Floyd “We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl year after year. Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.”