Well guys... It's a new year, so that means... it's... a year... that is new...

Fuck it. The new year means nothing to me. Although I have to admit it did get off to a shaky start.

Up until a few days ago I was sleeping in my car. It wasn't that I didn't have the money... I just couldn't find a place. My problem is I think in long terms. I knew I could afford a $700 a month studio apartment right then and there, but what about the next month? How would I pay for it then? I thought I could prostitute myself out to high-paying clientele, but... Well... If you think the film industry is hard to break into... My ass is still on fire.

So I quickly abandoned that idea and set out for a new goal: Street performer. As a street performer, I could play guitar on the sidewalk and people would give me money. Except that I don't play the guitar... I play the piano. So... I lugged an old upright to the corner of Sunset and Alvarado (Echo Park, for you non-Californianites), and began to play. Minutes later I was accosted by a mariachi band who claimed that I was on their turf. There was only one way to settle our differences: Each of us took turns playing Elton John's "Tiny Dancer." Well, I'm not proud to admit it, but their's was better, so I headed down the street, dragging my piano behind me, head hung low.

Things were looking bleak. I received two traffic violation tickets. One was for driving without a valid license (Apparently my Indiana driver's license isn't valid here). The other ticket was for driving in a car pool lane without a passenger. I tried to convince the police officer that I was never driving alone as long as I had Jesus in my heart.

He didn't buy it.

I guess it didn't help that I was wearing this shirt:

So anyway... after a shitty start, the year got better. I got a job editing guitar technique videos. I found a place that, while a little far away from my work, is very cheap and very cool.

I'm staying in this house with this guy named Mark and his daughter. Mark is an older guy (About mid-forties if I had to guess). Mark is a nice guy. Mark is a hippie.

I'm sleeping in a loft above his and his daughter's room. So far it's pretty cool. Maybe this will turn into a nice long-term thing.

So anyway... I know this entry isn't too funny. I just wanted to update you guys (and ladies) on how my life has been going. No big movie deals yet. No agent.

No big deal.

It's been raining the past few days. It kind of gets me down in the dumps. But I'm not going to let it get to me, because I know that I'm doing what I want to do with my life. I know that I am healthy and safe and happy. And I know that for $100... I can call some girl up and she'll come over her and play with my wiener.

And that's what life is all about. Aww yeah. Teabag.