thunderbolt

I know, I know, I've been away for so long. Don't hate me.  But I've been writing. Really. On January 12th I decided to complete the screenplay I began last year (and placed aside after some serious writer's block) and kicked ass to finish the rough draft before the end of January. I did it. Now I'm back. I'll be posting again, giving you insightful little tidbits about life and all that other shit. Happy now? In the meantime, Here's a link to the second to last Disturbed Podcast for this season of American Horror Story. Please check it out! http://www.southgatemediagroup.com/disturbed-an-american-horror-story-fan-podcast

Let's get back into this, shall we. Let's lay it on the line, put our hearts out there, and tell it like it is. 2014 has rolled over on us and here it is, the middle of the month, and I've been married for 20 years, I have a teenage daughter one year away from driving and my mom's birthday has come and gone. The long month of December- and it is a long month- is in the rearview mirror and now it feels like maybe, just maybe, we can begin to move forward with the new year. Well, perhaps tomorrow. Today would have been Seann's 32nd birthday. I've been standing in our kitchen, washing dishes and listening to a new Springsteen track, "The Wall." It hails from his latest album and it's the best song on the record. Dare I say it's one of his very finest? I will. It ranks up there with his most haunting songs like "Shut Out the Lights" and "Brothers Under the Bridge." Like those two, "The Wall "deals with the Vietnam

3 AM alarm to wake us up. Check. 3:20 snow shoveling to make sure we can get out of the driveway. Check. 4 AM departure for airport. Check. 4:20 airport arrival. Check. 4:30 check-in and pass through security. Check. 4:55 bagel and waiting. Check. The long day of travel has just begun.