Bro-K

As I carried my booze in a brown paper bag down the street, I watched the bus pull up ahead of me and thought, "Do I run?"

I realized I had been running a lot in the past year. To New York, to the auditions, to the trains, to Chicago, to the buses, to the interviews and for the first time in a very long time, I didn't feel like running...because I didn't have to.

So, I walked.

I walked the half an hour through the snow covered streets of Chicago until my forehead was frozen. I wrote a song on the way that I thought would change the world that I couldn't remember 10 minutes later, but that didn't matter because all that did matter was the whiskey and the beer and the bros.

And we sat. We sat talking about nothing and laughing about everything on one of those nights where nobody cared what we did because we were together. For four hours, we didn't move. We didn't have to.

You know those moments you have when you suddenly think to yourself, "Everything's going to be OK"?

This was that.

Carry on,

TJB: Making It