Spirit.

The last time was a mess but I got through it and got an album out of it. Grace under extreme pressure and whatnot.I ate myself stupid and returned to Long Beach big a a house. It  enabled me to finally class myself as a musician.

Froze my fat ass off on the door last night. At one point is was raining sideways.Got a nice surprise when my dear friend Diamond Lil showed up with Mr G. It was great to catch up. I rolled my eyes at the news that my ex-idiot still thinks that we were having it off back in the dark days when me and and he were still together. Insecure men cant deal with strong women being friends. I will never date anyone dumber than me ever again no matter how much potential I think they have.

Just got a text from Miss Nina saying “Be sure to pack your finest furs” “The Minions are folding them as we speak” I replied.Its so fucking cold and miserable out there I am going to need them. So happy to be getting out of shitty Sydney for a week. Its been far too long. I came home the other morning to an open door at two in the morning,all the lights on and some drunk random passed out in my living room.Lilli was asleep. Some friend of the ding-dong brothers. She had to babysit them earlier in the night which lead to me getting a text apologizing for all the times I have had to deal with her drunk.

It was all that I could do not to shove a bar of soap in a tube sock ,go into his room and wail on him.No court in the land would have convicted me for my actions.They probably would have given me a medal.

Still no word from California and its hard to keep my head right when I think about how bad shit can get.

Been playing bass to The Misfits all week.My right hand is jelly and down-strokes are the devil.Just sayin’.It feels so good to be pitting myself against myself once again.I don’t know what is going to happen only that it is going to be loud and truthful. In a word? Fan-fucking-tastic. Nixon was over at Marcus’s place digging the riffs just the other night.I just texted my drummer. I am in the band of my dreams.

Big brother is getting better by the day.One long ago night while driving home speaking of training and how life gets you in the end he turned to me as we waited for the lights to go green,a cold light behind his blue eyes and said “I’m not going to rot,I’m going to break.” This statement struck me as pretty much the finest credo to apply to ones life and I have decided that its the only way to go.

Do everything that I do with maximum application,focus and zeal. Its the hot option.

St Cecilia will be a working band by September. I will be back on tour by the summer. I survived this far when I thought that I wouldn’t so its all gravy baby.

Best that I go and make sure that the minions are packing my stuff right. There will be dispatches from the frozen south between running and recording.

In spirit I am where I need to be.

In body and mind I am at war.

……you’d wanna be worried.