The Fantastic Mr. Guy Foxx

Remember, remember this is a great November.

You could say that for all the shit that went down in October, November is making up for.

You could say that once MY FRIEND DAHMER was staged, it laid out an artistic pathway for VAMP, a revised New Orleans play that is still missing a title, and the San Diego movie, NICK GARLAND'S LAST NIGHT IN TOWN, to define our lives (all ten of us).

You could say that it was scary for a moment, but Halloween and all it's ghosts packed up for Boca, to join the rest of the living dead.

You could say that blogging is just blogging, but blogging pays the bills, garnishes the thrills, and soothes the ills. You could also say this is the first time any one has ever paid you to take a break.

You could say that taking a break from writing and jumping head on into producing was a bit nerve racking, but the water felt just fine at the after party where you repeatedly got called "White Chocolate Nigga" and helped to compose a song called "Look At That Ass!"

You could say that you do have a lot of outstanding bills, though you are outstanding at staying on top of the middle portion of them.

You could say that it would be easier to stay in Diego, the land you only just really started to love about the time you were going to leave it, but that Salt Lake hasn't seen you in a year and a half, so she gets to spend Thanksgiving with you.

You could say that late night burritos, Tuesday karaoke, s'mores around a beach bond fire, and countless bottles of beers in your fridge are all bad for your health (note: you are wrong).

You could say that feelings still linger though friendship has never been stronger.

You could say anything you want about this month, but it unless you were here, there is no way you could remember how good it felt when it hit you.