"Santi" On Repeat Is how My Stereo Is Livin' These Days

Found this on some hotel paper in my luggage from last year:

Hollywood, California. Live via sunset boulevard. Last night I leaned on a lamp post and it almost fell over. As hollow as a Charlotte night, you were my first thought. This week has been made up of jets and movie sets. Faux streets of NYC. Stairs that lead to nowhere and doors not meant to open.

It makes me wonder what's real and what's not and if we're really building cities with our hearts. I've found our home. Tonight it's only me. 3000 miles from you and a clear head for once has me feeling at home.

Vindictive valentines. West coast write-offs. Tonight I will be crushing all of your postcards into the form of pills, lining them up and taking them in. I promise you this won't be the last. 2-14-06

Spent most of today staring at a picture or listening to a song that opens a flood gate to a million memories... and I allowed them to all flood in.

I hope my name is as foul in your mouth as you are in my heart, and I hope you think back to me every time you look in the mirror.

(Y)our problem: you have pushed me far enough to write it all down. You're still recovering from recovery.

DoubleDogDareYouToSingOutOfTune