5. I’m not dead.*
4. I’ve been busy.
3. I don’t feel like I’ve had much to say.
2. I’m starting to feel like I have things to say again.
1. I miss you guys.
*Someone actually did die, though, which took up a lot of my time as well.
On the way into New York this afternoon, the train pulled off at one of it’s usual stops. People filed on and off.
As I looked out of the window, I noticed a woman get off the train to meet a friend. The hugged, and then the woman who got off the train gently put her hands on her companions cheeks and place a tender kiss on his lips. It wasn’t a slobbering kiss. It wasn’t a quick peck. It was a beautiful, loving kiss that lasted for about ten seconds. After the kiss the lovers smiled, took each others hands and walked towards the parking lot. I was so moved by their affection that I missed something. They were a similar hipster couple, her with black skinny jeans and short red hair. He was taller than her, also wearing black skinny jeans and short black hair.
They were also two women.
Can someone please tell me why anyone has a problem with this? in that one moment, their happiness to see one another resulted in one of the most loving and affectionate moments I have ever seen. My truth of this? love is precious. Love is a gift. I am a heterosexual male who is in love with a woman. If a homosexual couple can find love, I’m happy for them.
They have something precious.
They have a gift.
After all the food and carousing I did during the Super Bowl, all I wanted was bed. However, I still rocked three miles before resting my head on that sweet, sweet pillow. As always, Jo was good company.
Belly fat, you continue to be on notice.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with a sweet, sweet pillow.
I first became aware of Phillip Seymour Hoffman when I saw Boogie Nights. It was also my introduction to Paul Thomas Anderson. Since that movie, I became a tremendous fan of both of them. He didn’t star in the movie, but he played his part so well. Like Tim Burton and Johnny Depp, Paul Thomas Anderson and Phillip Seymour Hoffman often worked together. I always looked forward what they would come up with. I actually rode the subway with him once and I found myself a bit star struck.
He was an incredibly talented actor, but like so many others, he was also an addict. I’ve read many takes on his addiction today. Some have expressed sadness. Others have claimed that he was he was an addict and not deserving of memorializing. The fact of the matter is that some have the strength to beat opiate addiction. Others do not. It does not matter what your profession is. It does not matter how good you are at your job, or how much money you have, or lack thereof. If you have ever taken a painkiller when you weren’t in pain, you can see how easy it is to fall into addiction.
While watching the story on CNN, I heard an amazing quote from Dr. Drew of all people. He stated that opiate addiction is a slow form of cancer. If you can’t fight back the addiction, years and years of abuse will always end the same way. I’m not here to soapbox about addiction, or strength of character. I have had addiction issues within my own family, but this is not about me, or my thoughts on addiction, or even about another actor who lived fast and died young.
This is about a talented man who gave the world great art, and about a man who succumbed to his addiction.
I shall miss him.
Temps in the 30s today. The sun is shining.
It’s almost glorious.