Jesus…it’s tomorrow!  Sorry, dear reader…time got away from me today.  Just wanted to say hey.

N.P.: “Elevate My Mind” – Stereo MC’s

I have informally adopted a squirrel named Bath Salts.  Of course this would be news to Bath Salts the Squirrel….he doesn’t have a clue.  Bath Slats is insane.  He started hanging around the door of the Writing Shed a couple months ago, and ever since then, we’ve been getting increasingly comfortable with each other’s presences.  I have big plans for me and Bath Salts.  Eventually, I can see us hanging out together at the casino playing video poker and sipping whiskey and bitching about the general state of things.

N.P.: “Two Tone Cadillac” – T Bird and the Breaks

What the fuck is up, dear reader?  The last 48 have been insane…visits from ghosts, lap dances from the terminally ill, and a truly ludicrous amount of vice.  Temptation abounds, but I shall not be swayed.  Jesus said that.  Or maybe it was Elvis.  Either way, words to live by.
Speaking of words, the books are coming along.  But only after midnight, and only under duress.  Which is fine…I’ve been laboring under these ridiculous conditions for decades.

N.P.: “No Gods No Masters” – Garbage

I got a very nice compliment from a tweaker with copious neck and facial tattoos this afternoon.  Said tweaker was stumbling and mumbling darkly to himself as he passed in front of a business that I was exiting.  As I stepped out of the door, this guy looks up at me, says, “Oh shit,” and made a 90-degree turn and jogged to the other side of the street.
That’ll work.

N.P.: “Pimento” – Heavy Trash