Breathe.

So I am at the Jersey shore tonight.  It's late September.  It's just me, some bats and a badger or two.  The ocean is raising a ruckus.  She's really gossiping good with the moon.  Loud, sassy and brassy.

Jersey Gem.

Some of my friends...well...actually...most of my friends have been having hard times as of late.  Me too.  Not necessarily "brother can you spare a dime..." type of difficulties. This trouble they've seen hits directly in your gut, your heart, your soul.  

And it makes the head very heavy.  Shame, anger, woe, agony, love, tears and hugs.  It'll do it.

See - I love these friends.  Very much.  Some of them I have known since I was a little boy.  Others - I have met in more recent decades.  But   a common thread through all of these great people is that they are simply so cool.  With big hearts. No phonies.

Push through, pals.  I've sucked at this blog.  I haven't felt like updating it.  I am not sure I understand what I'm supposed to do with it.  I think I had good intentions but I think I am better at other mediums.  So I might not do much with this.  I don't know.

Here's some final thoughts for tonight:

• Paolo Nutini 
• Buttermilk
• Bourbon
• Jalapenos
• Oceans or rivers or whatever body of water you can get your eyes on
• Breathe
• Jenny Slate (Marcel!)
• Wake up early
• Lay down on the floor and get up as many times as you possibly can 
• Paul Thomas Anderson
• Michael Chabon
• Lucy Van Pelt
• Organic
• No GMO
• America
• Louis CK
• Wanda Sykes

Good night friends.  Good night.  Good night.  Good night.