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One of the songs from the Cat Club set...sadly, Justin is cut out of the shot, but he sounds like a million bucks.

everything

Sometimes I love to disassociate and look down at myself from the ceiling. Last night I did that and found myself sitting at a small table in a cozy apartment in Hollywood with two amazing friends. There we sat with bread, drinks, homemade lasagna, listening to Chopin. Laughter to the point of tears; copious amounts of silly.

I don’t know what I’ve done to get here, but whatever it is, I’m glad it happened.

I find myself doing that a lot, lately. Stepping outside of myself long enough to realize that this is my life. Of course it's not true diassociation, considering it's not only voluntary, and also a result of a positive memory; and perhaps it goes against all that Rabbi Kushner would tell me about being fully present...

And later, a few kindred spirits on the balcony with wine and cigarettes, overlooking the abused and dirty mess of electrical wires, cement, palm trees, plaster, and lights--for miles in every direction. I have learned anything can be beautiful.

The fact that I’m here right now means that I have survived everything.