11.7.19

Hey Darbs –

We made it to another day. I’m on the ferry writing to you on the way home. Mom left work a little after me so she’s catching a later boat. Making progress at work on getting some more money. Need to have another conversation and make my case, but that will probably happen next week when I get back from LA. Speaking of which, I’m not looking forward to leaving mom for a few days. I’ll be gone Monday-Wednesday of next week. I ordered her Uggs today for her birthday and I need to get a few more little things to go with it. And make a dinner reservation to take her out. 31 and a baby mama! You’re gonna love her. Although I guess you’re reading this now and already love her. Whatever, writing to a future human is an interesting experience.

At this exact moment I’m listening to a song called This Must Be The Place by a band called Sure Sure. Check it out, funky little vibe.

I have a basketball game tonight and I haven’t done anything athletic in two weeks so that should be interesting. Gonna let it fly and hope I can breathe out there. For some reason my body is hurting today. Like all my muscles in my back and my neck. I need to rededicate to the gym. Ever since Vegas I’ve been a big lazy fat eat whatever I want piece of shit. I know, harsh but serious. Although, to my own credit, I’ve been doing some intermittent fasting not eating between like 9pm and 1pm the next day. And then I get a salad with all the good stuff. I’ve just been liberal with what I eat for dinner and I keep having a nightly snack.

I got the itch to make music. I need to text Darren and see when he’s coming up here because I want to book a studio sesh to jam. I can’t believe he’s been gone like all year, crazy.

I snapped some pics of mom this morning on the ferry and last night in the kitchen. Look at how pretty she is and how big you are now!

Alright, remember to you always do the right thing even if it sucks and to spread love because it’s the Brooklyn way.

Love you big time,

Dad