It's the little things that count.

It's been quite some time since I've penned by thoughts to paper or in this case, pixels to screen. Newly lost in sea of concrete and bright lights, I am now about to finish my second tour or duty on western coast.  California at best is fun distraction from introspection.  It's all too easy too lose ones self in the constant hustle and endless seductions it has to offer, and while there are no angels in the city  who claims it has built itself to be their home, you can find yourself lying upon the feathers of their fallen wings. Much like the siren of Greek Mythology, they call hear in the night to seduce the artist to crash his dreams upon her cracked shore of painted stars.  Only now upon my resolve to swim up and grab another breath of smog free air, do I now feel inspired to write again at least as long as it takes before the undercurrent takes back down into curdling depths.

  Therefore I say, expect more words from me in the coming months, out about and floating in cyber space upon blind eyes and deaf ears as it may be and to all those I leave behind to love and loath remember this.  Keep your heads up high my fellow warriors in the trenches. May your cigarettes stay lit and  whiskey glasses full. May the cups of coffee cometh and your yoga glasses stretch more than your limber limbs. May lines of white powder keep you marching forward past the mirror in which you see your self at 5am on Saturday nights. After all, when the day is done, its the little things which really count.