New Blog Post on Ghost

Happy New Year, everybody. To quote Todd Snider, who probably stole this from somebody: I resolve to do like I always do, and I only ever make it a day or two.

I'll get back to a regular posting schedule next week. I only recently got back into Los Angeles, and it's a bastard, but I'm not gonna let the Santa Anas beat me. Pretty sure those are made up by midcentury writers who were clearly drug addicts. It's just wind.

The Santa Anas do fill me with anxiety, there's this electric vibrating thing going on with my arms, but is that something I would mention if I had slept at night in the last year?

Of course not. But never mind. I'm back in the saddle, 2025 is gonna make sense somehow, and I hope you'll stay with me while I figure it out.

I'm seriously thinking about leaving California and never coming back. All my old-school family there is dead, the rest can learn what airplanes are for, and I have no loyalties. It's surprising how little hesitation I have in saying that. I've always said I'm a California writer, and that's true, but I finally, physically don't understand how that's worth $2,500 a month. A century ago they invented the French Dip but I bet I can make that on my own, not that I'm going to.

I don't think I'll go somewhere too cold, because driving gloves make my skin all crackly, but Tennessee, Kentucky, and Louisiana are all in the cards. Whatever the case, I'll figure it out. Sam Moore died last week. Watch some Sam & Dave clips because all of them make your life better. Until next time.