First, I would like to apologize to everyone. Or to anyone that has paid the slightest bit of attention in following me.

It is Sunday now, I have no computer. I am still in LA. I have not had access to nor read any email since arriving on Thursday. A friend of mine, a fellow brat, saved my hard drive but I haven’t seen it yet.

It’s unimportant.

Secondly…

I don’t have any answers for anyone. I don’t have any answers for myself. Many people have come up to me… many people have introduced me…”that’s the guy that took the scooter across the country.”

“Where are you going?”
“What will you do now?”
“Are you going to stay in LA?”
“Will you fly back?”
“Are you going back?”
“Was it hard?”

Was it hard. I’m finding now, that it is much harder to be here. I feel out of sorts. I feel as though I have been stranded on a desert island and instantly, I am in the midst of people with lives and families and friends and children and husbands and wives and three course meals and drinks and late nights and me passing out from exhaustion before the party started.

I feel as though I don’t belong. It is too much. Yet here I am, in a place where there is genuine love and warmth and caring and concern.

I am tired.

I keep telling people that I will stay here for a couple of weeks; that I have work with a girl I need to do. This is true. But I don’t know beyond that. I don’t know what my future holds now.

I don’t know where I am going. But it will certainly be with Scooter.

I would share photos I have taken. Photos I took driving from Joshua Tree to LA. Photos I’ve taken here in LA. Photos I’ve taken on borrowed memory cards. But no computer in site is recognizing any card.

A party bus just left, I believe. A tour of LA. I believe I missed it.

Tonight there is a banquet. I will be there. And then tomorrrow it ends. Tomorrow, it ends.

I don’t have any answers. People have asked me if I’ve had time to reflect on it. I have.

And I don’t know. I just don’t know.

I DO know that this is all over the place. And I’m sorry for that. I’m just out of it. Nothing is making sense to me. This world is really beyond my comprehension right now and I can’t piece it together coherently. I’m sorry.

And like I said, if you’ve sent me emails, I apologize. I can’t even get to them here as the passwords are on my salvaged hard drive somewhere in LA. But I’ve been thinking about everyone in my life. And what they’ve meant to me. I’ve thought a lot.

I’m sorry.