I’m tired. Frayed. Considering defeat, which only ever increases the possibility of being defeated. Animated again… updated my demo reel and resume. First time since florida. Feels like physical therapy learning to walk on a broken leg... remembering how easy it once was to run.

Wounded I’m limping.

My family discovered my broken ankle too… no pun with the limping analogy. Its broken. Somewhere in week 3 I was caught in a moment of distraction by my sneaky ass fiancé elizabeth. Sucks. Within a few hours word had been spread. Finally I can stop fighting the limp and pain-grunts but now its all “hospital this” and “hospital that,” like that’s going to happen. Too many bigger fish to fry and those bastards can wreck a budget.

Oden broke his arm. Ive broken many body parts in several nasty ways, all of my childhood friends were energetic and semi-retarded… I know a gruesome injury when I see one. Never before have I seen a persons arm, wrist to elbow, turned into an accordion. Only 11 years old… single fucking tear, mild shake and only a hint of fear. Tough kid.

His Mom, my sister, also broke her same arm only a few nights ago. Seriously kids… don’t ride your skateboard down a hill while sloshed… or do, just be prepared for the hazing for being a jackass.

Drivers license suspended. Probation. Hefty fines. Fired. Working privately with residential odd jobs and renovation by word of mouth. Booze. Isolation. Animation. Demo reel. Waiting. Wondering. Worried.