Los Angeles is cold.
I am warm.
By body is freezing and I am all bundled up.
I was asked a question last night.
That question was.
“What is the most important thing about you that I should know?”
I don’t think I have been asked a question as thought provoking as that in well… Ever maybe.
Its not like it was a job interview and I could give some bs answer.
After a few sips of tea and a bite of vegan cheese cake I came to an answer.
My answer was..
” I need to love and I need to care”
I don’t need to be in love and I am pretty careless (all things considered).
But I need to love what I am doing. Or what I am into.
I need to care about what I love.
And I do.
Being on tour and doing anything related to music is my love.
It is (for the most part) my life.
And I love it.
This time around, I don’t care to be home.
And as much as I love vancouver, I don’t really love the life I lead there ( at the age I am at anyways)
I love the world.
I love people.
And the last 3 weeks has been confirmation of that very statement.
No other job that I would want to do allows me to see New York, Toronto, Chicago and Los Angeles all in a week or two time frame.
No other job that I care to do would give me the opportunity to love what I know.
To love who I know.
To love what I know.
I don’t mean to brag.
I would hardly consider it bragging.
I’m essentially homeless.
With the exception of the RV we now call home.
And will do so for the next two weeks.
Showers are hard to come by now that we are not in hotels.
“Doing Laundry” consists of trips to Wal-Mart or Target to buy new socks and underwear.
And there is no joys in trying to piss in an empty water bottle, barreling down the interstate at 80 miles an hour.
But this love.
And love comes with a cost.
To be or not to be…
(as cliche as it is)
That is the question.
And I choose to be.
I have distractions (as we all do).
I have issues.
I have problems.
being un happy is not one of them.
(maybe it’s the medication)
I believe because I love…