Eastern

Hello from New York. What a fucking year, you know? Huge highs (often documented here unless enforced by security for the time being) and the lowest lows (rarely documented here, mostly a byproduct of the world I work in and not worth boring you as I am here to entertain), and rarely anything in between.

Still in the bliss of the Chemlab gig, I spent most of the week in Los Angeles. Because it was the end of the year, my schedule was fierce but I had my own little hole to hide in where I did spend the evenings in front of Live 7 working on a new piece that I am excited about. The song is inspired by an Israeli I met. Seriously. As we speak now, the various loops and ideas from this song play on in the background. When not working in LA or on music, I found myself doing the usual things you all know about by now, an evening at Ca'brea (where Pizza N Brew of Westchester was discussed at length), a few trips to see Irene's mom (whos definition of "a snack" would feed most countries), a trip to Bob's Donuts, a visit to Meltdown, and a fun breakfast with Kyle and Jamie. Of course the highlight was a few hours spent with Bradley J Cramp and daughter, who is hilarious and quite the little diva! I tried to explain to her that her bedroom used to be Uncle Frank's but she could give a toss as she owns it now! Wait till her twin brothers come in 08! Anyhow, I was upset to learn that that my friend Rick, who runs the DRUNKEN MASTER video store is closing the shop down. That's a fucking epic shame. Thats sorta like my first piece of LA culture lost. I avoid places like Shabu for obvious reasons. Of course I had a fucking convertible and it fucking rains. LA. Oh and the IPOD didn't fucking work either. Hello, asshole?

I was able to grab a flight back to NY with both business affairs and Roberto, so it was nice to have some company to travel East with. I am very pro the Virgin America (not Virgin Pacific or Atlantic, Roberto), though JFK needs to get its shit together as an airport. Fucking blows. Gimme Newark any day. Ugh. I had a 7:30am flight going out, left the apartment at 5:45 and STILL was late for the plane cause JFK is so disorganized. If it was Newark, I would have had breakfast, read a wrestling magazine and listen go a Maserati song 10x and still have time to spare. Anyway, JFK, whatever. I flew the business class going out and it was very comfortable and I finally put a huge ass dent in the Bret Hart book, which I am getting close to finishing. That is an achievement in itself, friends.

OK, so here I am back in the city, racing to make Christmas dreams come true for small children and in-house divas. I think I am successful, I just worry I keep forgetting something, or someone. Miss B has been crazy as busy as fuck as well and we still don't have a Christmas tree in MOGworld, even though I cleared the space. Gotta get on that ASAP.

Anyway, I need to start thinking about my "best of" list, which seems quite difficult to do this year. I don't know. I gotta review. Later, smackass.

F