After 12 hours and some 600 miles I arrived at my summer feeding grounds and very special place, Provincetown, Massachusetts. I’ve been coming here for 11 summers now. Well, I may have missed 2 or 3. My drive was quick; once you drive cross country solo a 12 hour drive is like a trip to CVS.

Upon my arrival I was greeted with a slew of moisture, cobwebs and bugs.. mostly silverfish. If you’re not familiar with them they are nasty little fuckers that resemble a more advanced and evolved centipede.

I got through enough cleaning to head out and meet some friends who were here for the weekend. They had with them another buddy who was new to me. We got to talking and the inevitable question of what I did came up; usually guys know and just like hearing me say it; however, this one seemed to really not know. I told him “sales” and promptly asked the group if anyone needed a beer. He wisely got the hint and we moved on.

Fade in to the next day and we were all walking down the street when he mentioned he needed sunscreen. I took him into a little store that I frequent. As soon as we entered the store the guy behind the counter said, “You’re on the cover of a magazine!” He of course had to run and get it to show us. I looked at my new friend and said, “I’m not really into sales.”

It wasn’t bad enough that that happened, but the photo they used was from 2005. I looked juvenile compared to what I look like today. I guess it was sort of cool to see such a big change right in front of me… he laughed about it. I smiled and asked if he needed help with that sunscreen.

Thanks again Will for being so fucking rude thus enabling me to re-establish my blog.

I’ve been in NYC since the 17th and in the last few days Spring has sprung and has me longing for the seasonal bliss one encounters after a long, annoying desolate Eastern winter (had I been in the desolate Eastern winter).

Last night I had the privilege to hang out with my boys from Rufskin who were throwing a party at G Lounge in NYC’s Chelsea gay-bor-hood. It’s what these guys are about that I hope myself to be someday soon: they are unaffected, creative, successful, chill, sweet and generous. Since I’ve been away I’ve stuck to my standard meals at their standard times. This is included but not limited to:

1. Egg and cheese on an authentic NYC whole wheat bagel, an apple and Starbuck’s coffee.*
2. Tuna salad wrap and a cookie
3. protein bar
4. copious amounts of dark beer, Jack Daniels and pizza.

*There is nowhere else that I have had a bagel like the ones on NYC’s Upper West Side. They are truly unmatched in texture and density. I heart NY bagels!

I dedicate this first entry to the guy at Gym Bar NYC for kindly saying, ” Sorry to interrupt, but you need to update your blog”. He was/is right… it’s been a long time since I have written anything and for that I have no excuse. I was lazy and preoccupied with my living situation and it would have made for some good entries.

I have been quite mobile since the beginning of the summer living at my wife’s house, (yes, it’s a joke), Palm Springs and various destinations around the East coast. Everything has settled down a bit and I am living in a very cool old Hollywood house till mid April when I pack the truck and the dog and head East for Provincetown. This will be my 5th cross country trip and I must say I am absolutely thrilled. The idea of being mobile and having all my supplies around me appeals to me which I guess explains my constant pattern of moving around; Ma Hazzard calls me her gypsy son.

Enough about the past, lets talk about the present. I am sitting at JFK in NYC waiting for a flight that has been delayed to Detroit. I am hoping to get there in time to see Silversun Pickups with my oldest and best-est friend since the 6th grade, Aimie. I spent the last couple days here in NYC because of work, I had a gig at Splash last night which went fairly well. I meant to take some more pics but luckily my good friend Greg Endries accompanied me there and took a couple shots. I did manage to take a couple before the event in the bathroom that I thought were blog worthy and yes, it is what you think it is. So if you’re reading this guy at Gym Bar, I dedicate this shitty entry to you my friend. I also have a crush on Colby Keller… thanks Greg.

This year I decided to celebrate my birthday in my beloved P’Town. It’s beautiful here and peaceful now, which is something I can really use. Many thanks to the frenzy of FB users wishing me the best. And finally big kisses to Rita and Jim for their beautiful card seen below. Look closely!

At the gym the other day I over heard one of the guys talking about “Whitewater” and how his dog slipped on a rock, cut her foot and fell into the river. Wait a minute? River? Was he talking about some state park up north? I didn’t know so in between presses I casually asked him what Whitewater was only to find out that 20 minutes from my condo is a preserve in Whitewater Canyon. All this time and I never knew an actual river flowed through this area from the mountains. Needless to say, I canceled my plans for the next day and told Petey we were going to see some water.

I was stoked to find how close this thing was to me. The drive east into the mountains became cooler and greener; always a good indication at this time of year. The road took us to a Ranger Station. All around the log cabin were warnings of mountain lions, rattlesnakes, black bears and bighorn sheep. It was nearly 100 degrees out so the only thing I really had to worry about was the rattlers and since my plan was to be in or around the river I wasn’t that concerned. Besides, those guys are pretty considerate when it comes to letting you know that you or your dog is too close for their liking.

A short walk along a very primitive stone-lined path led us west to a beautiful oasis-like scene. It was a river, not a creek, but a wide, flowing river that moved so fast in some spaces that it became “white water” from the small waves that crested over the rocks and such. I felt like it was Christmas morning! I unleashed Petey and jumped down the small dirt cliff, slid all the way down to the river and ran into the water. As I sat on a rock and felt the water creep up my legs and soak my shorts, I looked down and schools of tadpoles in all sorts of development were wiggling all around my feet. The water was so clear that I was tempted to dunk my head and have a drink, but for obvious reasons, I did not. About an hour into the walk we came upon a rugged shelter made of sticks, twine and brush. This is the shit that you see on that Discovery Channel show about the guy who is in the Outback or somewhere completely remote and drinks his piss and eats worms.

Being here has not been easy, but having this jewel in my backyard makes it a little better for sure.