I’ve had some time to myself lately and so I’ve been reflecting a bit. Which is always dangerous. I know reflection is the key to a serene soul, but too much reflection is the key to Koo-Koo Bananas Town. I started thinking about age and what I HAVE done with my life and where I’m going. I went out to Ivan’s last Rolling Rock promo last night and said that I want to be in New York for a good amount of time and I, at some point, came to the conclusion that I may want to move to the south (Louisiana, specifically) or to the desert (Tuscon, specifically) after I feel I’m done here. Why? I have no idea. Can I not settle down? Do I not want to? Am I hungry for fame or afraid of it? Is the reason I’ve been single for so long REALLY out of choice? CAN I really get fries with that?!?!? These questions and many more will be answered, well, I have no idea when. Maybe I should make myself more useful and less introspective.