umm, anyone remember the way to point B???

I feel like I'm working off a master plan that is bare on details. A blueprint to a blueprint.

You got to start somewhere, but God help me if I remember the way from point A. I think I might even be too scared to ask for directions. I can sling the big ideas with the best of them but at the end of the night, I'm still singing into my iPhone. Stringing together words that don't make much sense on paper. Howling in a voice that sounds foreign to my ears. I'm not sure it's even safe to call this writing. But I  assure even near-perfect strangers that I am.

You're the musician right?
Yes.
How's the band doing?
Actually, the band broke up.
Really?
Yeah, well you know. These things happen. It's hard to keep things together.
Must be. But you're still writing?
Of course.
That's good.

I sense it's important these people know I'm still working at something. Puts everyone at ease. Just like Cleinfeld and I slurred into the camera that night at Steph's wedding, back when everything was still fresh and awkward: Just keep on keeping on. Gotta keep on keeping on.

Feel better? I know I do.