The closest thing that I have ever made that resembles a video diary. It documents a strange period of time for me. Partially shot in my San Francisco apartment and along the way to various music shows in West Oakland. It can be incoherent at times but does somehow directly reflect my feeling at the time. The film was partially produced after a broken hand slowed me down for awhile. And was entirely edited without use of that hand. My editing notes are terrible left hand scribbles that barely make sense. But I guess that also reflects the film itself.