I was chillin at The Brotherhood with my old roommates Nic and Thomas. It was just another day in at the house: we were all in the living room pumping that huge-ass AC, Thomas was contorted on the couch playing Super Mario Galaxy, Nic was looking at motorcycles on Craig’s List, and I was sipping on a Yuengling. Good times.

By now I’m wide awake and sitting in the dark on the edge of my bed. I’m thinking about how the plane crash dream has me thinking about Nic and Thomas. There was a time when we were so close. Like brothers. But I let that slip away. After college I did a year-long apprenticeship at Actors Theatre of Louisville and true the hours were hell and yes I was busy, but c’mon man. You were like brothers. And you let that slip away.

And now I’m thinking about other people. Other brothers and sisters. Other best friends. Other people you call at 3 o’clock in the morning. Other people who’d help you move. Other people who’d help you move at 3 o’clock in the morning. Other people who’d lie for you. Or cheat for you. Other people who’d do anything to stick up for you. Birthdays. Graduations. Engagement parties. Weddings.

I got so caught up in what I need to be doing for myself that I started to lose sight of the people who helped me get this far. I know that you can’t be there for everything, or for everyone, all the time, but I also know that I really dropped the ball. And it’s time to set it right.

I’m sure this has something to do with Mike’s death and something to do with talking to Nic and Thomas yesterday, but regardless of that, trying to make it as an actor ain’t always easy. For some people it is, but for the rest of us it’s a lot of hard work. It can easily have you thinking about you you you all the time. Whether or not you’re on the long and winding path to your first big break, take a moment to reflect on your life and relationships. Maybe there’s someone you fell out of touch with for silly or not so silly reasons. It’s time to reconnect. I’m just glad it didn’t take a real plane wreck to knock some sense into me.

Three days ago I dropped my iPhone and shattered the screen. Along with all my hopes and dreams.

I got online today and googled “dropped iPhones” and found a great site called iPhone Matters. It’s pretty much everything iPhone. I found a post called The Dropped iPhone Support Group where people share stories about dropping their iPhones. It’s odd, but it’s comforting to know that I’m not alone. I swear, you just don’t know what it’s like to drop your iPhone until you’ve actually done it. Do you watch Family Guy? I feel like Brian in that episode when we finds out he has a son (spark your memory?). There’s a scene later in the Drunken Clam when he’s freaking out about Dylan falling out of a window or something.

Anyway, the amazing thing is that it still works. But one more hiccup like that might actually knock the glass right off my phone. I visited the Apple store and AT&T, but the best they can do for me is a $199 replacement. There’s no telling how long I’m gonna have to wait for the replacement, but I don’t have many options. But that’s a lot of money that I really can’t afford to spend right now.