...And Then There Was None
Lets be honest, it's been a while since my last post, and even with Heather in the hospital she still managed to keep her readers atuned to the latest happenings in our lives, so I'm not really sure where that leaves me and this blog; so I rant.
We're trying to do everything right to make it in this town, in this business, in our lives, for better or worse, and we hope we're doing the best we can. Sometimes we get down on ourselves or feel like we missed the window but so be it, another will open, such is life. I've coordinated a PSA commercial and have been invited back for more. Heather worked on the biggest movie of next summer. I was shot in the leg and bled from a squib. All is good, but I guess we'll never know if it's good enough until we see what tomorrow brings and if our personal successes propel us into professional acclaim.
My car was stolen. My life's work if you will. Those that know me know how much that car affected me and how I effected it. I felt Karma had been satisfied, but the powers that be apparently weren't through with me. I have know one to blame but myself. I never saw it coming and I should have relied on the same insurance I once repaid. My regret is that I now leave Heather to bear the burden that my past has bestowed upon her. I struggle.
Perhaps taking the car away, among other things, helps recognize the health of my family is the single-most important thing in my life. I wouldn't have guessed that through the trials of my life, above all else, I would have let that slip by the waist-side, but how human a being I am.
Perhaps my focus was not at the things I care for, but rather at the things I care about.
Los Angeles hasn't changed who we are, although it isn't quite as condusive to flip-flops and boardshorts as one might imagine (that one being me). We've got a great friend-base to work from and we're trying to make time for them all, and at $13 a drink we've been pacing ourselves.
What happens in Vegas should be met with neuclear antidote. The only thing that should stay in Vegas is the Al Quada when it's finishing it's story.
We're trying to do everything right to make it in this town, in this business, in our lives, for better or worse, and we hope we're doing the best we can. Sometimes we get down on ourselves or feel like we missed the window but so be it, another will open, such is life. I've coordinated a PSA commercial and have been invited back for more. Heather worked on the biggest movie of next summer. I was shot in the leg and bled from a squib. All is good, but I guess we'll never know if it's good enough until we see what tomorrow brings and if our personal successes propel us into professional acclaim.
My car was stolen. My life's work if you will. Those that know me know how much that car affected me and how I effected it. I felt Karma had been satisfied, but the powers that be apparently weren't through with me. I have know one to blame but myself. I never saw it coming and I should have relied on the same insurance I once repaid. My regret is that I now leave Heather to bear the burden that my past has bestowed upon her. I struggle.
Perhaps taking the car away, among other things, helps recognize the health of my family is the single-most important thing in my life. I wouldn't have guessed that through the trials of my life, above all else, I would have let that slip by the waist-side, but how human a being I am.
Perhaps my focus was not at the things I care for, but rather at the things I care about.
Los Angeles hasn't changed who we are, although it isn't quite as condusive to flip-flops and boardshorts as one might imagine (that one being me). We've got a great friend-base to work from and we're trying to make time for them all, and at $13 a drink we've been pacing ourselves.
What happens in Vegas should be met with neuclear antidote. The only thing that should stay in Vegas is the Al Quada when it's finishing it's story.
posted by Jonathan at 2:46 AM
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