155 Days? Time Flies.

Even though "sober days are twice as long", five months flew by. Aside from an espresso martini that smelled great, I really haven't missed it. The clarity is a welcome change, I'm getting into shape and being really productive in different ways. Writing so much comedy. Rocking the ganja... My friend told me "You say really weird shit when you smoke weed."

I'm a weird guy, and I'm still adjusting to my new existence. I'm finding a lot of perspective. While I miss the constant "outpouring" of lyrics and prose my drunken self was "overflowing" with, I'm so at peace, autonomous and free.

Lately I look around at the larger "scene" and ask myself "Why am I still doing this?" Musicians aren't a sensible bunch... So much ego. We all have one, but how often do we need it fed? Is playing to an empty room a healthy way to feed it? There's good nights and bad nights, but holy shit. I have to pick and choose what we do. People bust my balls because I play a lot of porchfests, but you know what? The townspeople appreciate us. They dance. They sing along to songs they've never heard.

I don't think about the numbers but it's nice to see them moving as well... plays, airplay, shazams, all of it. Ultimately art is cheaper than therapy and a legal alternative to "throwing fists." We'll keep dropping a new song every three weeks. Pete Zest is in Bamberdost now. Someone Should Tell Michelle dropped yesterday. OFF LIMITS drops 10/10/25. New version of End of my Driveway drops on Halloween...