Warner Bros

Rest in peace Tia Nancy, I wish I could have seen you this summer like we had planned.

Love you too much, you’ll be living through your sons and spending time with my Dad and theirs upstairs.

Been a little over a month now since I haven’t had a phone, and it’s made me realize a few things. One is that for the most part, it’s pretty pointless to have and people spend entirely too much time texting and playing with the damn things. There’s nothing like being able to read through a book, work out, or be at your job without a phone constantly going off. And as far as hanging out with friends, not having a phone definitely weeds out your true friends from your fair-weather friends. And with relationships, it doesn’t hurt to have a little more face time and a lot less text time with your significant other.

Granted, on the other spectrum I wish I had a phone for certain things. Not being able to contact far away friends and family, for work, and for emergencies. But there’s ways around all that.

You know it’s a weird night in the Warner Alley when you wake up branded with the Warner House sign on your leg, a girl peeing the bed, market walks in the morning, two bags of wine, and a whole lotta gin.

Summer, you’re really starting this out with a bang.

It’s always weird hitting a sort of rock-bottom, and crawling your way back out. New job, newly single, and I’ve got a clear head. I can’t wait for summer to start and to be 21.

Let’s have a drink together.