Peaks On Boo

Therapy arrives over many avenues and from different distances. Last night and early this morning it was sitting on a couch with Michael Bouma with laptops on our laps. (What an appropriate places for a lap-top) We listened to Nathan snoring his drive from Las Vegas away into delta waves.

While talking to Michael, I got a text message from Tyler and a phone call from Eddy. Neither one were sober. One was stranded in West Hollywood, the other one stranded me. I told Michael that I hate being wise sometimes because I know the reasons for some actions that I do not want to accept. I sometimes hope for change when I already know that it will not happen. But what are we without hope?

The answer: hopeless. (And that's just not pretty)