9 months. I have been on the road for 9 months and... I don't know, I'm getting tired. I've been wondering these past few nights if maybe it's time to grow roots somewhere. I've met so many people and have been to places I would have never been to or thought of going to. Maybe it's just from being back in Los Angeles. I know of a friend that would take me in, help me find a job, and would start a band with me. I feel so scatterbrained right now. And if I ended up doing that, what about my road dawg? I'd feel like I'm bailing on him. I probably need to talk to someone about this. I feel like there's some sort of tug-of-war going on in me right now.