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Dallas-Bound: Day 0.5

Today I am going to Dallas.

I have packed my bags. I am ready to go. I’m standing here outside your door. I hate to wake you up to say good-bye. But the dawn is breaking, and it’s early morn. The taxi is waiting, he’s blowing his horn. Already I’m so lonesome I could die.

And that’s why I don’t write in song lyrics. Damn depressing.

While I am there I will attempt to eat a 72 oz. steak, wear shorts in a rain storm, make new friends and sever ties with old friends, sing a Barry Manilow song in the car with the windows open on the expressway, eat macaroni and cheese while drinking my eighth beer and do some producing here and there.

It does suck to be out of Los Angeles for so many weeks without the people that make Los Angeles home (J & J), but when a great opportunity comes up that’s willing to let you sing Barry Manilow songs in the car with the windows open, you jump at the chance.

Did I mention I’m going to Dallas today?

While I’m gone, in pure obsessive-compulsive writer style, WFME updates will not cease to exist. They will, as usual, pop up on a daily basis in an attempt to keep me sane in an insane environment and maybe keep a few of you entertained. You know, if you’re strange like me and enjoy posts about Zach Galligan and hot dogs and feet.

Like I said, strange.

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