Old People

They talk about God a lot. I mean a lot.

Which is a good thing I guess.

They make noises when they have to make large movements like sitting or standing. Usually its a groan accompanied by the snapping of their joints. Sometimes they mention God (again) when they make this noise.

When they congretate, old men seem to have all the world's social, political and economic problems solved by the end of the night.

Old women talk about cooking. Or their kids.

I was at a wake for my mom's friend's mom tonight. Was it wrong that I was bored out of my mind?

I'm pretty sure it was. I didn't act bored. I just played on my phone for most of the time. I didn't really know anyone there and I don't think wakes are suppoosed to be socializing things right?

There were lots of old people there.

I hope that I get to be old one day - that I get to live that long. It must be neat... living a long life, having kids and a wife and all these stories to pass on.

But I know I'd want to be a healthy old person. I don't want to not take care of myself now and then become a burden on my kids.

I should sleep.

At least say Goodbye...

After everything we've been through, I thought you would at least speak to me.

I thought we were, at the very least, friends. As my friend I would do anything for you.

I haven't done anything to deserve this silence.

After everything - even this silence - I will be there for you if you need anything.

My time here is almost gone and you won't even reply to me.

I deserved more.

Is this revenge? For what I did years ago? Am I supposed to feel the pain of losing a friend now?

I am feeling it and it's horrible - but I haven't done anything. I haven't done anything.

18 days.

I hope I hear from you within 18 days.

Just tell me goodbye. Just give me that much.

Anonymous Rebirth

I used to have a popular blog in which I rambled and mused about my life.

I would post pictures, write about my life and gush about my hopes and dreams.

Then it got a little creepy on me. I realized I had left my life open, for anyone to see.

There were odd comments left and I frankly decided to put that blog away.

That blog also represented my life before I called myself an actor.

That life is gone.

In a few weeks, I am making my pilgrimage to Los Angeles to see what that city holds for me.

At 24, I've left a promising career behind - but I hated it, so it's ok - and am uprooting my life to move 3000 miles away.

This blog is my record of that Journey.