I just finished a cross-country drive from LA to Boston. It was just me, myself and no Irene, so I had a lot of time to think. And I promise -- the moment I make sense of these thoughts, I plan to post them. This is about the 12th or 13th time I've done this, and most of the times I've been alone. It's amazing how vast and beautiful America is. And there are a lot of places where there's not a damn soul. I'm talking no one. And nothin'. A whole lot of nothin'. But that's part of what makes it such a great trip. For all the stumbling over each other we do in the cities, you get on a stretch of road somewhere in East Bumfuck and it's just you and your thoughts. Or the tunes. (A lot of country music I might add, but that's never been a problem for me). And you just go. This may not be very interesting to you but I just got back yesterday and I'm still fuckin' exhausted, so pardon the (yawn!) rambling. I just want to say it's great to be back on the East coast and I guess I'm already trying to make sense of my 'me' time. God I hate those Oprah-isms. And I don't have a wife or kids so let's face it -- every day is 'me' time. Hey -- maybe that's one of the things I got out of this: I can pick up and go across country whenever I want and I don't have to answer a lot of questions. Yes! That's one thing I've figured out; and I have something to say about it -- thank you God.