I am tired. But generally content with my last day of freedom for a while. It's 11:30. I just got home. There's a fire on the hillside. And I'm thoroughly convinced that things are going my way. and it's all that I can do to stay with all the things I didn't say to you before you moved across the country and from the burning building where I lay as I watch the stars become the day the LA girls are lacing up their sneakers they run the boardwalks and the beach this fishbowl is all they need it's everything I needed too until I heard the news.......