Locke

No idea if I’ll make it through this movie. This guy, Tom Hardy, is a fucking beast though. I met him in The Drop. It’s relatively early, but I put him up there with Denzel I think…

It’s also relatively early for me tonight. 1 am is def “calling it an early night” for me, a manchild who has seen the sun rise (hypothetically- if I was outside) more often than he hasn’t since high school…

What does it mean if you are a creature of the night? Does it mean you are drawn to darkness? Maybe… Maybe it just means you like when all the noise stops and all the noisemakers go to bed- only then can you hear your own heartbeat, and the heart of the city you live in…

I live in 2 cities: Las Vegas, NV and Encinitas, CA <– this part I seem to have figured out. Name two better places for me to spend time in…

I hung out with someone today who has the exact same name as me (aside from one letter). He’s 5. The same age I was when my parents got divorced…

 

Tom Hardy is still driving his car at night and making phone calls. He’s starting to spaz right now, talking about the apple not falling far from the tree being a myth…

I took one of my two apples to the Del Mar races yesterday. She fucking loved it and is all about studying the form- at age 9. Goddamn I have a strong connection with this girl. She is beyond beyond beyond what a dad could ever ask for…

The other apple is tough. I love him the same but don’t have the same connection. He’s more conflicted, more alpha, more insatiable than the other one…

Sorry, Tom Hardy, unless you live on a hill, the apple indeed does not fall far from the tree…

 

Tom is still driving and I still have no idea what this movie is about, it just feels good to have it on as I intermittently tap on this keyboard, in bed, as I sip a big boy Asylum, naked and unshaven, leaned up against the wall, with a portable fan running in the background so I don’t wake up David- the co-host of my podcast and the coolest, most generous mother fucker I have ever met, one room away…

 

Tom is STILL driving…

I drive a lot too. To Vegas on Saturdays and to Encinitas on Wednesdays usually. I rarely talk on the phone. I’m pretty hip that way- I fucking hate talking on the phone. I don’t really mind driving as much as you might think though…

Aside from the danger of driving 100 mph while reading and listening to podcasts and holding my dick (because that’s just what I do- it makes me feel loved), my weekly commute is just fine.

It’s more than fine…

As is this girl I know.

As is my situation.

As is imperfection.

I have a feeling this movie is garbage and even Tom couldn’t save it. He seems like he’s spazzing in some bad accent now lol. I guess we all do that in our way sometimes…

He will be just fine once he gets to Vegas…

 

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