As Dale says, “That’s my jam.” You know, regarding spicy tunes like the Power Station’s epic “Some Like It Hot.”

Well, apply that one to October for me. That’s my jam. And fuck if I didn’t work the whole month away. Kinda bummed to be typing these words. My last five Octobers were rife with adventure, new lands and wildness. But of course, I’m thankful for that.

Another month, whipping on by. I’m always one to indulge in weird existential time-based daydreams…freaking out on one hand…and so excited to see what’s next on the other. Are the months whipping by too fast? Did I make the most out of them? Should I even care? What’s really going on? Just how long should a dachshund be?

You know, the basics.

It was nice to be in Portland this fall, though. Leaves rustling around the block. Love that stuff.

It’s a new month and I’m gonna fight hard to make it the best November ever. My pledge.