Let's talk about something serious first this morning. Anthony Bourdain is dead. By suicide. He follows Kate Spade earlier in the week. Also suicide. What the fuck is wrong with our generation? How much of a number did our parents do (or not do as it may be) on us?So much mental illness lying undiscovered, untreated, unrecognized. Why? Because when we were kids they told us "it's in your head" (No fucking shit) or 'just think happy', or 'walk it off'. Never 'let's get you some help'. Nope. Too much stigma. "No child of mine is going to see a shrink!". No insurance coverage for mental health issues back then. Is it any wonder we have drug problems? Booze issues? Holes in our head to end it all?
It's a fucked up world, what do you get from it? Sex and love and guns. Light up a cigarette.
Well, today's the day. Off to see the wizard in the land of Oz. Get what I did there? Huh? Huh? Fucking laugh it's funny.
We started stressing about last minute things last night. I can't get our boarding passes until we get to the airport because it's international and they need to zee our papers. That's stressing me out. I will relax in 34 hours when we get off the plane and the fully relax when I am at my hotel in about 36 hours from now. Almost 18 hours of the next 38 will be spent in a tin can 38,000 feet in the air.
Next post from Australia. It will be around 4pm Sunday which will be 9am Monday for me. It's going to feel like I missed a day, but not for real.
Catch you on the flipside.
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