I used one of my favorite toilets yesterday...
And in the process, somehow, lost my wallet.
I'll get to the wallet in a minute. I've realized in life it truly is all about the "little things". From a simple phone call to your mom to tell her you love her, to a car ride with an old friend to catch up and even to using one of your favorite toilets.
Yesterday I sat on the throne I'd sat on for years before and, subsequently, hadn't used in the six months I've been gone. As I perused an article in Playboy, yes I was actually reading an article... I'd already looked over the photos, I again felt back at home here at The Rock!
Once I returned home my happiness turned to confusion. "Where the hell was my wallet?" I called Westward in the studio and asked him to check my desk; to no avail. I scoured my bag. Nothing. I double-checked my Vette. Nope.
Hmmm... was there some bathroom Gremlin I didn't notice, swiping wallets from unsuspecting goofs not paying attention? Highly unlikely, but not totally out of the question.
So I came in early today. If that little bastard (Gremlin) was using my credit cards to order some wicked off the wall porn from Germany or say Japan, well damnit, I was gonna catch him in the act...
My wallet was left in the pocket of my sweatshirt I left behind... I'll say it for you, "WHAT A DUMBASS!"
Did I mention how excited I am to be back :)