i sit here, where i write each day, at the end of the day, waiting for my best girl, (with the help of her nanny), to find her way across town and into my arms. as i sit, the sun, it disappears… it doesn’t so much as set here as it gets enveloped by the [...]
a pretty cynical guy. (just look at my t-shirt) but for you i do some ridiculous shit. i mean, look at me in this photo. you made me put on that hat, then when it was time for a photo, you took your hat off, leaving me to look foolish while you laughed in my [...]
back at home you throw apples. here in your temporary home, you throw sticks. mostly into the koi pond at the place where i spend my days writing. you will have to unlearn this behavior when we get back to los angeles, ’cause i don’t have anyone to clean our pond like they do at [...]
