the third hole is a milkin' machine that don't let go until it gets 50 gallons!

After three glorious weeks in the land of drunken lucky charms motherfuckers, (Ireland) I have returned to the madness of Los Angeles. I wasn't looking forward to coming home, but now that I'm here I feel better about it; unwilling to sit around and settle into a pattern of work, work, sleep/work, work, eat. I answered an advert for a band, and now I have an audition lined up for tomorrow with an indie rock outfit. Will the band turn out to be good for once? Who knows. It doesn't really matter at this point, for there's no longer any logical reason for me to get frustrated at such things. I'll go, do my best, and if it works it works. If not... Oh, well. It's just more practice, and that's good enough for now.

A few words about Northern Ireland: Yes, it's cold, rain soaked, windy, drab, and pretty much depressing looking at all times, but it's still one of the most wonderful places I've ever been. The people are amazingly hospitable and warm, and on top of everything else, they have the best Chinese takeout I've ever had. That's right, the best. I spent the first seven days in a row staying up until past half-six in the morning, drinking and drugging too much. Or, how much is too much? It's hard to say, especially when people are buying/handing you things from all directions and you can still walk and talk (for the most part.) Now I did see more to the country than the inside of a bunch of pubs, but I'm not much for the tourist way of doing things. Famous sights are all well and good, but I'd rather spend my time with good friends, and that's just what I did. I mean, I think I did that. It's hard to tell now, what with me not able to remember anything. When I get those pictures developed, I know whether or not I need to see a doctor. (Whatever you do, don't stick your dick in those three holes!)

This seems like a transition time in my life. I can feel myself growing further away Geoff [Edit 29.01.05. Geoff and I have spoken recently, and things are as they've been throughout our friendship, although he does have a girlfriend now and I suppose it's just a matter of time until I get shoved off to the sidelines. That's to be expected, however, and I really wouldn't want it any other way.] and closer and closer to Melissa. I have friends who live all over the world, and now is the time I'm getting out of this country in order to explore and evolve as a man. I may have, and let me just stress may have, finally grown up to a certain extent. I think I could actually have kids (huge step for me, even though I still don't want them yet) and I think I could take care of somebody other than myself. Hmmmm... it's probably best not to dwell on this too much. Let me just get back to drumming first, and then we'll take it from there.