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May 15, 2003

Mom, I’m sorry for the lack of updates.

In all honesty (and just a smidge of bending the truth) there hasn’t been too much to report.

Work is busy as fuck. Lots of Nixon, lots of Gravis…and so it goes. I think I’m heading down to Los Angeles for a mini “inspiration trip” with the Nixon watches crew. Goo and I will fly down–on large airliners–around the first of the month for a long weekend of checking out hip stores, looking at Hollywood-ish stuff and other “inspiring” phenomena.

I wish we were going on an inspiration trip to St. Louis or Chicago or hell, even Omaha or something. Those places just sound so much more interesting.

Los Angeles…well, in the spirit of being a “professional,” I’ll refrain from any naysayin’.

I will say this much: I don’t like Los Angeles. Hot, bright and busy…and, in the words of that parasite Steven Cojacuru (fashion consultant for People magazine), “Fabulous!” I do, however, respect the strategic benefit of checking the place out. Like it or not, many, many things emanate from Los Angeles. These things, for the most part, are not to my liking; but to a Nixon watch buyer it is a whole different story. That is why we do what we do.

So yeah, work has been busy. Real busy.

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On the homefront: Melissa–bless her heart–is still unemployed, “diligently” looking for work. She’s on the prowl, so that’s good.

The cats are like little rodeo ponies running up and down the hallway, across the hardwood floors, only to jump up on a window sill or two, clearing out whatever items may have been perched in that window sill. Little fuckers. hair is everywhere…in the air and in my mouth.

The apartment is feeling smaller each day. Should we look for a new joint? Should I buy a house? Lots of questions.

The key is too stay focused on keeping the bills paid and the bank account in the positive. Saving the loot for future endeavors, be it buying a ranch for myself or hitting the road to walk the earth. Both sound good.

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Next week we are going up to the “Gorge at George.” (The town is called George, Washington…no shit.) It’s this gargantuan gorge theater…very big, very beautiful. There’s a big music festival going down with the likes of the Flaming Lips, Coldplay, Calexico, Liz Phair and a whole pile of others. Should be fun. Stand around in the sun, pay exorbitant amounts for stupid items like water and listen to tunes emanating from a gigantic stage. Fun.

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Things are going well.

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