Here’s my perfect fall moment:

I’m getting antsy, increasingly yearning for days in the woods. I need my second dwelling soon. Too much time is passing with me in the concrete jungle, this shitty place so distant from the nature that created us.

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Two friends over last night and while trying to be musically creative, instead we just got drunk. It wasn’t totally harmful because I didn’t train during the day, but not great because I’m going booze free for a while… er, I was going booze free until last night happened.

There is an open jam tonight at which there will be 7 people with a new drummer who’s just moved back to NYC after nearly a year away. That should be fun.

If I lived in the woods, we could play as loud as the tubes can fire.

Someday.