Once again...

It's 6 am. Do you know where you are?

Yes, I have a weird thing for "Bright Lights. Big City." So sue me.

Another fine night of drinking and silliness. Go ahead, play "Love Cats" and watch me turn into a silly, bouncy 'tard. Weeee. You know it is late when the gnomes come out in their orange vests to sweep up the cigarette butts just like Disneyland. The cats are wrestlling and I'm in love with everything, but most especially one marvellous elf.

I may not know right now how I'll afford to eat in November, but that's the life I've always had. And for now there is ale, kisses on the the cheek, music to bounce around to and a universe of opportunity. I don't even know what city I will end the year in.

Depending on who was doing the telling I've been told my life is foolish, brave, frivolous, meaningful, and other things. But to me it is only one thing, the only part that really counts - mine. I have only one goal, when I am old and I look back, I want to smile.

No Skank for me tonight

I have important things to do tomorrow and not enough time left today to get ready.