Living in Los Angeles is hard. Sometimes. All the time. Most days. It can be a very soul less city with everyone clamoring for the attention of cameras not there. No conversation is fruitful. Most engagements are hardly engaging. I find myself searching for life’s depth while needing to fulfill a childhood dream of writing for television before escaping to a much more northern existence. Feel free to insert the word normal. Your choosing. Sorta like that Jif commercial.