mondojohnson

I feel compelled to note that it is August 5th, and the moon is full. The full moon is the best moon.

I arrived here in Florida, still very rattled by my skull-crackin’ spiritual sojourn in L.A., on the 5th of February, which was also a full moon. I looked up at it and swore that it would take no more than 3 moons to get my shit together and return to my urgent, mysterious obsessions in southern California.

Of course, time makes fools of us all. Here it is, a full SIX moons later, and I am quite stuck in the steamy southern hell of northeast Florida. I’m rolling with the flow, though, and am not as miserable as I feared I might become when I first got here. But, trust me, I am scheming my escape….