when i sing she doesn't care; when i whistle she looks at me expectantly
Sunday, June 14, 2009
When you're doing what you're meant to be doing, your true life's work, the universe buoys you along.
This hit me on Venice Boulevard driving east at about 10:30pm last night, enveloped in the city's benevolent glow. It's a very, very good feeling.
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