Too much love.
Planning. A different college every day. Every day.
Back to my home town. Back to my college. Back to my roots.
Back to old friends and too much traffic. Back to kinda knowing where everything is located. Kinda.
Back to Hollywood. To meetings. To face my novel. To face my successes and my failures.
Back to face the first day of the rest of my life.
Pulling myself in every direction. Everyday. No where to hide. I want a hiding place. I need a hiding place.
I need a few peaceful days with my son. Laughing days. Relaxed days. Trendy nights.
Sunshine and smog. Cement and sea. Celebrities and smiling skinny girls. Blond girls.
Colleges and Los Angeles.