All Alone in L.A.

Everyone is gone.
I drove Curt to the airport this morning, and just like that, the visit of the millenium is over. We had some wild times, calm times and sun burnt times. And some gassy times. A lot of gassy times. A lot.
The most memorable thing for me was looking around at my family and friends, and feeling so proud of each of them as they've grown into the people they needed to become. We're all trying so hard all the time to make something of ourselves, and sometimes we need to be reminded that we're doing alright.
And it feels good to know that, doesn't it?
Hey Nick. A bunch of girls called. They want your ph#.
Ben. A bunch of 11 year old girls called. They need a soccer coach.
Curt. Namibia called. They need a Ukrainian guy with perv glasses on.
Really.
All those things happened.
Honest.
Jon