Arrived...

This city doesn't sleep. In that sense, it's perfect for me.

At any given moment in this town, you can get breakfast, liquor, a haircut, and a lap dance.

The street lights don't line up with their respective lanes and it drives me crazy.

There are no Caribou Coffees in Nevada.

The mountains rise around me on all sides. They are beautiful and different and... everywhere. I miss the damn lake.

It's warm in February. Today I sat outside with my coffee and a cigarette. I know... I cheated.

The closer you are to a casino when you get gas, the cheaper it will be. There are casinos everywhere.

I don't think I'm enough of a hippy for everyone I've met that's around my age. In fact, I know I'm not.

There are some great restaurants in this town... Good sushi.

I don't want to talk about what brought me here. I'm not ready. I don't know when I will be. The simple fact is, I'm here... for the next few months at least. My dad is here... I can be happy here.

I'm lonely as hell. I miss my friends. I miss my best friend. I miss... him. Even though I try not to.

This post, though less than eloquent, is the most I've written in over a month. I'm having a very hard time with that.

... A wise friend told me recently, "The key to doing it is just, well, doing it. Sit. Down. And do it."

I'm trying.