and learn to fly.

i know it’s right.

dude. 

did another open mic night. last night. at baba budan’s, which is the epicenter of bro-standup routines and preplanned awkward hipster band-groups. it’s also the location of many hyphenated persons (singer-songwriter, comedian-bartender, bearded creature-gameboy musician ((ps-that last one isn’t a joke)). the venue was all wrong for what i was about to do, but in the words of one of my new favorite father figures, “if it’s wrong, it’s perfect. if it’s hard to do, it’ll be easy. this is where it needs to happen.” and it did. it was glorious. more than glorious.

i’m happy. as simple as can be.

there’s more to say (there’s always more to say), but this is enough for now. luckily. happily. laudably. beautifully.