The learning tree, and the end of this blog

I am home . . .

Last evening I slept in my bed, as I lay there dreaming I had a dream about a show with Louis the XIV. It was the worst gig ever. Everything that could go wrong went wrong, but like all dreams, this one came to an end. In the same vain that the last month and a half of my life has now closed and come to an end as well.

It was strange to walk around Portland this morning. It felt so calm. It was odd though as I am used to walking around with Chris until we stumble upon a Starbucks for our morning ritual of coffee cake and coffee. I also missed walking around with him a 3:00 am in some random city in the middle of the night after a gig looking for food. He is in Toronto doing a television show with the British Sea Power, I am fortunate enough to be at home. I am grateful to be here.

I just went through a dark period again, only to emerge with a wisdom that I did not have before, with an appreciation for life that I had let fall to the wayside, and a desire to grow more as a person and understand this thing I call the human condition.

Well, this is my story and I'm sticking to it, this is the end of this blog. My period of complaint is over. This is the end, my only friend, the end, and he walked on down the hall . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .