Ah, life is good. The apartment building that I live in is falling apart. The income gap is widening. My hairline is receding. The problems of pollution, incessant war, the decline of the moral fiber of America, seals raping penguins...Blah fucking blah. All that shit evaporates when I get to make my music with a woman like Gracie Thibble. One day, out of the blue, Gracie texted me that she was going to be in LA for a short visit and if I wanted to take some more pictures. As I said, life is good. Now I know what Forrest meant about those chocolates.