I think I’ve been in the desert too long.
I came back to LA for a hot minute after Coachella, but then turned right around and joined some friends at a house up in Palm Springs. We’ve been poolside at the Ace Hotel. We hit Joshua Tree for Easter. We damn near went to see Julio Iglesias at the Fantasy Springs Resort and Casino.
I’m starting to go a little nuts. Well, a little more nuts than usual. It’s all this dry heat and weird frizzy desert energy. Plus, the people out here are bonkers. Truly.
I’ve logged enough hours on drugs to know that it’s best not to fight this little descent into madness. No good ever comes from that sort of thing. I might as well get frizzy with it and just enjoy the fucking trip.