Friday

The can of film from Samuel sits unprocessed on my bedside table. But I just got a little bit of extra money, so I will take it in as soon as I get the chance now. The other night I was dreaming of showing the final products - but that is still a long way off.

Expect a major photo update tomorrow.

Tonight I am bopping on over to Echo Park for the opening of Echo Curio's Curious Bestiary, in which I have a little piece. The show is up until November 2nd, so if you're in the 'hood, check it out.

I rode on over to Echo Park Tuesday night to deliver the piece. I decided to take my chances and ride the Metro for free. I figured the past few times I'd actually paid for my tickets, so I'd earned a karma freebie. I rode my bike to the station and then rode my bike from the station on Sunset & Vermont to Sunset & Echo Park. It was a good ride on a good Tuesday night, and it's such a pleasure riding through Silver Lake, flanked by hipsters on fixies, easy in the generous bike lane.

It's such a pleasure to ride in general. It is empowering to limit your reliance on automobiles. It's too easy to turn the ignition. I hardly ever use my car anymore, riding to and from work every day. When I tell some people I rode from Culver City at four in the morning one time they are aghast. I've ridden so far as twenty miles in a day.

Moreover, I never have to worry about my diet. I need all the calories I can get. As it is I hardly eat enough.

It was good to be in Echo Park again. Since the break up with Sam and my move out here, my Echo Park nights have become much more infrequent. I chatted up Grant at the Curio and I learned that a) 60-Watt Kid has lost their drummer and b) they are moving down here. I'm excited, but Grant said their drummer-less sound is much more stripped. And I don't know how I feel about that.

Wednesday night found me again in Echo Park, at the Bixel House, where a group of twenty-somethings ended up playing a hushed round of Truth or Dare on the roof in honor of Wilton's birthday. I can say no further because the details are bound by promise to that night and that night only.

I contemplate my life as it currently stands. I have friends who only go out during the weekend, and when they go out they stand around in bars and yell at each other. They have dogs and boyfriends they need to get home too. There is nothing wrong with that. I graduated a year later than my peers, so I am just now entering the "real world."

They pay their bills, their imaginations sucked dry.

I am fortunate enough to not own a television. Instead I listen to music and draw or write. I cling to my personal aspirations although I work full time. I feel that too often folks let the dream die, settling for a 9-5 humdrum. What's the point?

And maybe I am a little naive when I say this....

But I don't want to grow up.