836pm. I need a break. Few days on a tropical island, reading about surfing, maybe.
Things are great, but exhausting. For a guy who likes having maybe 1 thing to do a day, I’m busy as fuck. Which means 3 things a day. Tomorrow? 3 things.
Monday? 2. That’s better. But one of those things is being alone for 12 hours at the Staples Center, while they pack up all the Grammy stuff.
So…it’ll be like sitting at home, but with a smaller music library.
Aw hell, things…there just ain’t nothin’ to complain about. Thumbs up to this whole week.
Which means, inevitably, monday I’ll be hit by a meteor.
Until then, champagne wishes and caviar dreams!!
AND SO, if your Saturday went well, if you caught that sunset this afternoon and smiled to yourself, then this shot of Morgan, from our first shoot together, is for you.
