Okay, here I am again, on Nathaniel's Birthday, chillin' back at the Forum in Inglewood, trying to kill time until someone comes that I'm supposed to meet. I have literally nothing to do here for a few hours, but that's the way of Inglewood - no one here has anything to do. I wrote the beginning of another post that I may re-write in the near future, but I've been too damn busy to mess around with "real" writing over the last few days. Fucking busy-ness.
Today, it's How Sweet the Sound, a travelling gospel show. Yesterday, I went with Candice to help out with a cooking show concept that wasn't really all that good, but someone must've been looking to spend money, because they're on the way with the thing already. Silliness. Between that and this, I'm getting my fill of live, untelevised stage shows this week.
Anyway, now I have to go to friggin' Detroit on November 6th and miss Bootie and Casey's birthday weekend shenanigans, whatever they may be, all for some work. Work? Well, I could use the money, right? Who couldn't? These days, turning down any kind of paying work is sort of like killing a puppy - just abhorrent, and something no sane person would do.
