Santa's been pretty good to me, most of the time. I asked for a keyboard; I got a TV. I asked for a stereo; I got a Keyboard. I asked for a guitar and I got a Stereo. Ultimately, he seems to give me what I want when he feels fit. Though he never got me that guitar. No, the guitar was a casual trade among transient youths living in homes that would take them in. Mine happened to be my VW Bus. The trade was for a pack of cigarettes.

Happy Holidays!

I'm still in Detroit, but I haven't been out in the limelight because I'm picking up all of the odd jobs I can to save up for the big LA. Plus, Jeremy and I are going to the Millionaire Mind Intensive that happens in Dearborn November 2, 3, and 4 so we'll be hanging around until that's over. If you're interested in going to the Intensive for free, lemmie know. I bought some extra books by T Harv Ecker for just that reason.

I'm back in Detroit now. I've been traveling for a couple of months. Worked on an album, worked as a retail slut, and then took a drive down the Oregon coast via Mt. Ranier and Seattle. While transitioning from one trip to another, I spent a day in Detroit a while ago. Unfortunately, my evening was rather unpleasant because my friend Sean sent me this link-

http://www.icetruck.tv/index.php?id=2796be7d39a2d257f1a39e043bbf23af

I'm in San Francisco/East Bay until Wednesday working on some tracks and finally feeling that sense of accomplishment I always hear so much about. I've also had music being held hostage, much like film copy, from folks I'm no longer working with. Without a ransom note I tried tracking them down much like guys who do day labor have to do with their strange drug addicted bosses who don't pay them. These producers will complain that I can't let it go, but I "want my two dollars!!!!"

I’d given up on two other appointments as well as the hope of preparing my own things for the trip to Chicago. We skipped driving to my house and headed straight for DTW. While the rest of us usually look first, Tom quite literally uses the sounds of other drivers’ horns as his guide to avoid accidents during each pass and turn. Moreover, I stuck with sweat to the dirty interior and grew dizzy in the mobile sauna like a dampened suction cup. I imagined Gitmo to possess a resort quality in comparison to the hellish tour of Metro Detroit I now received.

Out of courtesy I am changing my friends names except Jeremy’s because that’s hiding nothing, but you know who you are.

On Thursday night a friend calls and asks if “maybe if [you] might know someone who maybe has a credit card and also a license if they could maybe help me move the rest of my stuff to Chicago.” Fortunately, I’ve studied the languages of fear, self-defeat, and am also fluent in passive-aggression so I answered, “Yeah. Let me see if Jeremy and I had any plans this weekend and we’ll figure out when I can help.”

I remember this fun, handsome, and somewhat rugged gay guy in SF who I was lucky enough to be friends with for a short breath and I’m recalling maybe he was 35 when I was in my early to mid-20s. He had a roommate a few years younger than myself. Straight girl. Sex addict, maybe. Perfect for SF with her myriad tattoos and Betty Boop demeanor elongated to super-model size. I subletted while my friend went back to visit family, so I lived with his edgy, yet bubbly straight partner for a while. She’d burnt out on him because he’d been drinking too much.

Hi there, friends! I’m sending you a list of four important things to do in the coming weeks. The e-mail is a lot shorter than you think so, please, read to the end. There’s even something in it FOR YOU!

1. First, for those of you in Michigan, my friend Amelia is hosting a benefit for Dystonia Awareness. Dystonia is an often overlooked disease and Amelia is holding a very entertaining dinner that you can read more about here: