It's surreal to be back. I got in around midnight on Wed (thank you again Tanya!) and by 6:30 am I was driving a Super Cube truck to MJZ through early morning traffic. Where am I? Seriously?
My friend Max has arranged for he and I to stay in his former apartment here in Hollywood. It has been vacant since he left as the building will be torn down soon. However, until he got here last night the power was out and the hot water heater had been removed. I spent very little time in the apartment thus far, but it had been all by candlelight. I felt like a musician on tour.
Returning to PA life has been alright thus far. More of it is coming back faster than I thought. Directions around town are more known than thought out. I miss coming home to my Beachwood apt with Tiff at the end of the day. While production life is all-consuming, it was nice to have that oasis where you could actually see how fucked some of the demands were.
Right now there is no oasis. The phone just rang... I am off.
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