my best new friend...

i'm sticking to you like glue...

the days change at night, change in an instant...

as a child, i always wished that i lived in Southern California.

the skating, the music... the girls.

Gabe Stone has got the world in the palm of his hand.

what will he choose to do with it?

the mind boggles.

if yr gonna get burned alive, you might as well become a statue...

with no direction home...

my current road reading material is Dylan's book: Chronicles. i've always been a huge fan of his but the book has thrown a whole new light on how weird and bad-ass he really is. at the height of his fame he turned his back on it all and hid out in Woodstock, NY and started a family. from '67 to like '71, while everyone else was taking acid and getting nakested, he sat around the house with the kids. smart guy. the irony is that while Dylan made so much effort to break his "generational spokesman" stereotype in order to be just a regular rock and roll singer, Lennon, during that same period, did everything in his power to be more than just a Beatle and become a "protest singer"... weird, right? anyway...

hey Doug... Sully from Godmack called. he wants his look back.

count the headlights on the highway...

before the coin toss.

make a wish.

goodbye Hollywood...

hello Echo Park.

City of Angels.

possibly.