It was only when I was leaving to go to Portland that I realized I lost a sketchbook with all the song lyrics for my new album in it. Obviously, being a dude, I got it back because it had been turned in to the lost and found. Of course that was nice but I still suffered the stress of flying standby. I was sure I wouldn't make it and a heart attack was inevitable. I made the plane.
Was it just last week that I was painting the crazy chiropractors office? Picking apples in Yakima? Cleaning a barbecue for money? Hell I guess it wasn't. Last week I was in LA. Dirty doggin' on the Coast Starlight train line. I met con artists and gypsies. Or perhaps they were me. It must have been last night that I was drinking beer in the bar at Whole Foods with my black cousin. Oh wait, that was the Toys R' Us loading dock in Kennewick WA with a young movie star. Or would he be considered more of a "guy who walked down a hill in a movie"? Doesn't matter because I was there. From the beginning to the end. Of course I did take some pictures and make some videos along the way but you will have to be satisfied with my music and this picture: