the craziness.

Jacksonville. Des Moines. Denver. Calgary. New York. Scranton. Newark. Jacksonville. Toronto. New York. Chicago. Denver. New York. Harrisburg. New York. Charlotte. Security checkpoints. Exit rows. Cameras. Film. Hotel rooms. Taxis. Per dium. Beverage carts. Rental cars. Surfboards. Subways.



I just moved in to a new place and got my room all set up. Good thing I'm home two days in the next month and a half.

meet margo.

Margo feels trapped.

I sat next to her early today on my flight from D.C. to Jacksonville. Rarely do I talk to the people I sit next to. I usually am too busy falling asleep. Today however I had already got some needed rest on the first leg of my flight and decided to strike up a conversation.

It began with the usual, "Are you heading home?" Some small talk about where we lived and what not. Margo lives in Fairfax, Virginia. She doesn't really like it there and wants to move down to Amelia Island, where she is originally from. The major thing keeping her from moving is her stuff.

The thought of having to move all her stuff is so daunting that she has determined to stay where she is.

She is always buying things. Furniture. Clothes. Nic-naks. She likes the buzz it gives her. She knows that it is just a temporary fix, but she keeps buying things. Now she has so much stuff that she can't go where she really wants to go.

She feels trapped.

By stuff.

I told her to have a yard sale.

the little bro.

I cruised down to The Social in Orlando last night to see this guy Matt play some music and thought I'd bring along a camera. Here are some frame grabs.




As you can tell, he was getting into it.