Happy thanksgiving. I am in a city I’ve never been. Sacramento. It’s nice here. Quiet. The house is huge. So quiet. Haven’t seen much of the city at all since my flight got in at night. The only place we went was in n out. Wasn’t an la crowd that’s for sure. They say people are people (ie, same) everywhere. I think that’s true. Maybe the tattoos and the hair are “different” but same people. Blue collar and beautiful.
drank bourbon tonight with my brother. He had maker’s mark in the cabinet but we went for blanton’s. Served with a single ice sphere like a good adult would. And stephanie sure knows how to make me and Niko feel right at home. So grateful to be here. Eddie wanted to come so bad.
A part of me wanted to be home alone this holiday. I know, emotional Russian roulette and completely out of the question. Silly me. I’m where I need to be, what about you.
Anyway, sending you lots of love. Today my sweet friend Brent made me realize how emotionally and physically exhausted and depleted I’ve become. Sure I’ve run the gamut and at times i do welcome the moments of numbness. Nevertheless, I can still love. Always. Maybe on the dl sometimes like a silent investor would, but happy to make those deposits.
wishing you a happy thanksgiving. Thanks for being here.
currently listening to: hinds.