papa was a rolling stone

I’m sorry that I walked out on you. I feel like a scumbag, like a deadbeat dad. I just got tired of the blog and I left. I know it was a shitty thing for me to do, but if I’d stuck around, it would have been worse. I probably would have gotten verbally abusive. I may have even flipped over a table or two… So, don’t be mad at me for abandoning you. It was for your own good… Anyway, I’m back now, and, after an intense week of therapy in the heart of San Francisco’s Chinatown, I feel like I might be ready to give this relationship of ours another shot.

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6 Comments

  1. Posted January 18, 2005 at 6:05 am | Permalink

    Shhh… you don’t even have to say it. Just write.

  2. me
    Posted January 18, 2005 at 9:10 am | Permalink

    Therapy in San Francisco? I’m not sure that makes much sense in my mind. Therapy takes place normally after San Francisco, as far as I can remember.

  3. Posted January 18, 2005 at 9:21 am | Permalink

    Don’t worry about it, in the age of RSS you can skip a week and your readers will still find you when you get back.

  4. chris
    Posted January 18, 2005 at 11:52 am | Permalink

    Hey my home town! Did you dimsum? Of course, it has changed since the rise and fall of the Nasdaq.

    Reg. your absence. If your relationship with us cannot be unconditional, then it won’t work. We went to (God help me) Disneyworld while you were gone and I did not ask your permission nor do I expect recrimination for my absence. You’re way too good to us Mark.

  5. mark
    Posted January 18, 2005 at 11:45 pm | Permalink

    Yes, we ate lots and lots of dimsum. We also had two Chinese banquets. We were always eating… As for my mention of “therapy,” don’t worry. I was kidding. The trip was a family thing. We reckoned it was about time that we take Clementine out west to meet Linette’s relatives. By all accounts, the trip was a smashing success.

    As for needing therapy after visiting San Francisco… I have a friend who went to San Francisco once. From what I’m told, he ended up befriending a prostitute, smoking lots of crack, and overstaying his visit for a few days. He eventually, however, got his shit together and went back to his career in the Midwest.

  6. Doug Skinner
    Posted January 19, 2005 at 11:39 am | Permalink

    I thought that therapy story sounded fishy. Now please explain why you were out in January without winter clothes. I lived in San Francisco for several years in the ’80s (although I was off touring much of the time); for me, it produced a burning need to live in NYC.

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