It took quite a while (or more than my liking) to really get things rolling on this ramshackle move to Los Angeles. The wife and I have had our scraped knees and time to heal, but you never really know when you’re going to be able to stand up long enough to get a good view of the place before someone knocks you over again. For Valentine’s Day 2012, as well as my main man Buddha’s 10th Birthday, we took a trip back to Pacifica and San Francisco to see friends and spend some much needed time at the beach. What we’ve learned most of all is that we miss our Ocean view, our party room (otherwise known as a garage), playing drums at a whim, and our friends. It takes for-fucking-ever to get anywhere in Los Angeles and moreso to a beach where they allow dogs. It’s stupid, I know. It’s a beach. Unfortunately there are a lot of irresponsible dog owners that don’t pick up after their pets and ruin it for the rest of us. Some people shouldn’t have dogs, just like some people shouldn’t have kids. It’s not the dogs’ fault that you are a careless buffoon — pick up the poop and start being responsible. In any case, we went to the beach where they allow dogs to go crazy and fun was had by all. I documented the days of Dog Heaven, late night dive bars, sailing the San Francisco Bay in a 6 ton boat, playing in the shadows of kites, trotting down Ft. Funston, and a last lunchtime grill in Pacifica before hitting the ‘ol 101 southbound yet again. It makes me miss our home and our friends, but it also makes me realize that as much as I get down on myself and worry about the things I’ve yet to accomplish, I’m pretty damn lucky. I have a lot to offer and a lot to give and hopefully, one of these days, I’ll be able to share it all with all of you.
I’m also starting to see trailers for films that I’ve either shot, acted in, or had some sort of production role involvement hit the internet. It’s at the very least something semi-palpable to gauge some level of success in this “what the hell am I doing” stage of my life. It’s my intention to be involved more of these creative outlets, whether they pay or not (it would be nice to make some money and less of an argument around bill time). However, anything worth doing is worth doing right and we should all know at this point that passion rarely pays the bills. I’m still working on that last part.