Implosion.

Right about now I start feeling like Imma cut a bitch. Or maybe a fire.

Filming is progressing,
relishing every second.
The mountain is lonely.
The Australians are lovely.

Woke up early. It was dead silent and there were clouds atop the mountains.
Then, breakfast of champions, eggs and wifi.

We flew to the location today. Day 1 for me on Dead Europe. Working with Tony is an immense pleasure. Staying in the quaintest chalet. The vegetables and the cheese are orgasmic in this village. It’s 9pm and already in bed.

i’m officially giving up trying to be good.
I’m not, never been. It’s not me.
Deal.