…snuggled a full grown wolf named Floyd on the streets of Silver Lake, no lie [check]

discovered BLUE MOON - the greatest small time, divey, back yard, hip as shit, rad LA venue of all goddamn time with my main damies by my side [check]

purposefully bewildered the overwhelmingly attractive patrons of said place with too many daps, kristen wig-as-taylor swift impersonations, weird dance moves, and renditions of styx’s LADY [check]

twas there in this magical place were we saw/befriended/smoked out TACOCAT, dopest, chillest, cutest band evar [check]

got my mind blown by the view from muhulland drive [check]

returned to the O.C. Lee Manor where much frivolity, baking and bAking ensued [check]

drunkenly skimmed a screenplay to take my notes to a meeting in the hills in the morning [check]

hit the sheets by 5 am before having to wake up in 2 hours [check]

drove an hour and a half across the state to chill and work in a mansion from which I can literally see Brangelina’s infinity pool across the way [check]

And now….currently chilling under the sun, sipping the best OJ thats ever hit my lips and holding confidential scripts with my name watermarked across every page in big bold red letters, and the promise of knowing that the changes i am making this goddamn second will soon be spoken aloud by Jamie Foxx on the silver screen within a matter of months.

[check] [check] [fucking. check.]

and you know what? two days ago just sitting in a restaurant with ben and mitch while chris and faye went to go grab booze, we look up out the window and who do we come across but motherfucking jon goddamn silva - smoking a stog, like 3 feet away from us on a deserted Venice Beach.

As if all of us has just miraculously transported ourselves 3000 miles from our home coast, thousands more than that from the netherlands, where we met and began this lovely strange train, suddenly arriving 2 years later in the same state, at the same city, on the same block, at the same falafel joint, at the same…exact…moment.  that is some fucking cosmic bullshit right there. didnt know whether to cry or die laughing. 

california is a goddamn miracle. straight up.