Boys Brunch

Got a nice treat today... my brother Corwin was coming to town to pick up a painting he bought from my brother Tim. I feel funny calling them my brothers.. not even funny strange, because we are like brothers.. sort of, except we're not competing for our parents' attention. and this will take me on a idealistic journey I don't want to go. It's just that we're more than friends, and not blood related. There may or may not be a word for that (I'm still going there and trying to stop).

Phila. August 5, '12. Heading out on tour, 5 cities 2 countries

Anyway we walked around town, talked about stuff.. like plans and new age guy-talk.. yeah "feelings". Still trying to get used to this sensitive guy stuff. I was actually born  and for a long time raised as a sensitive guy, but that didn't work for the environment in which I grew up. I spent a long time trying to discard it and when I was finally successful, I couldn't get it back. Some people see through the tough shell that's formed around me. I applaud them. They become my closest friends. Others are repelled, mistrustful, don't delve deeper - and that's okay. I've realized I can't handle too many close friends. The bigger the circle the less intimate it becomes and the sensitive guy struggling to survive deep inside... well, not so deep anymore, becomes diluted the further around he must travel.

Out with my brothers... Good Company, Phila.

Didn't plan to go here either - but I did. Got it out. Good.

So we did all this over lunch at some place called Twisted, something. It was pretty good. Maybe go back. Who knows.