I’m out, People.
I had to get out. I was alone and tethered to a dying cat for a long time. Now he’s gone and I’m going home. My buddy Frank will watch Buster. He’s an easy one.
Home. New Mexico. I’ve heard that you can never go home. I believe you can. I believe there is some part of you that always lives where you come from. It's always home. Another life or lives. It happened there. It may still be happening there and every moment of it leads to other realities if you want to do that to your mind.
I choose to just know that part of me will always live in New Mexico.
That was where I did the bulk of the developing. I have not been back to New Jersey to track my very early experiences but they are there. I feel that life as well. Part of me will forever be in New Jersey. At my grandma’s.
I have been in and around my house in LA for months. It’s been a very difficult time. Horrible. So, I just got an Airbnb in Northern New Mexico. I’ve never done that before.
I loaded up the car with hiking shoes, a cooler, a guitar, a duffle bag of clothes, a big bag of snacks and my antiviral gear. It was amazing driving through the desert again. I love America. I even love the people. I’m having a very difficult time with the dumb ones. Okay, I don’t love them. I may hate them.
I drove to Flagstaff. Stayed at a hotel which was terrifying. It’s all been terrifying being out here in the wild world with the Covid pilgrims on the highway. I can report that the mask game in AZ was top notch. I’m still tweaked though. I went and picked up Thai take out and wolfed it down in my room at the Marriot Courtyard and it was one of the best meals I’ve ever had. Just being out, I guess. Though it was good food.
I decided to stop in and see my old dad and his wife. Wouldn’t it be ironic and awful if he gave me Covid? Jesus, the horror. I took the chance. I wanted to make sure I see him if he dies. Or, now, if I die. I really don’t care either way. I mean, I don’t want to die. I just don’t know if I would feel shitty if he died and I didn’t take the opportunity to see him. I don’t know. I don’t have to worry about that now. I saw him, he saw me, we’ll see who goes first.
It’s so fucking beautiful here. The air is clouded with smoke because apparently this state is on fire as well but it’s a different state. It’s the state I love. So many memories here in the haze.
Amazing talks with character actors this week. Today I really enjoyed talking to Giancarlo Esposito. Great connection AND he lives here in my hometown. If it weren’t plague times we’d be having dinner together. Swear. On Thursday I talk to Billy Crudup. He had been up all night freaking out and was caffeinated, I believe, so we got to it. Great talks!
Enjoy!
Boomer, Monkey and LaFonda live!
Love,
Maron
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