I used to be a little boy.

Maybe I picked up a bug along the way that's slowed me down but it's been a good week since the gunslinging bachelor party in Philly and I feel like I'm still in the process of detoxing. Drugged myself up to try to conceal it from mom for Sunday brunch, but she still asked about it. Bit of a cold, ma, the weather—it's been feckin debilitatin...

What's the deal with Independence Day falling right in the middle of the week this year? Cocks up the whole thing, dunnit?

Not to mention the fact that I think it's simply obscene that it's already July. It's been a year since the Summer Play Festival. Nine fucking months since I walked out on my old day job. I don't know where the time's gone.

As swell as some aspects of my life have been (just the one aspect, really), I've got constant reminders of how far I've still got to go...

July promises to be a heavy month. We'll see what that means soon enough.

Get your gun.