And so begins the Stockholm syndrome

Everything I left home in Los Angeles is mostly still right where I left it. Mostly. But after five weeks with the same five people in hundreds of different places in a foreign continent I'm the one who's a little displaced. I spent yesterday wandering around Echo Park, figuring out how bad my finances were (a bit shitty, but not too bad) and recapping. I laid down on the grass at the park and just went through the photos in my camera. I woke up that morning thinking, "Did that all really just happen?"

Part of me is really sad that the experience is over, but a bigger part of me is really happy because I can remember everything that happened and I got a lot out of it -- especially some really great friends. And we got the whole thing on tape. Once we start going through the footage for the documentary we're going to have the ultimate recap. That on top of scoring the film and planning a West Coast tour with my band and I think I'll be able to keep my head above water. But I'll still think about it and still miss things, and still want to tour again. I guess some people can't just do one.

Meantime, I want to try to fill in the holes I left on this blog and try to bring in more details about each day, including pictures and what was going on internally. There are more omissions that admissions, and I'm on a mission to do some blog fission. I should finish this post before it gets worse, I can feel myself slipping . . .