[241] 03/15/2023 Wednesday. Kitchen Microwave. Queens Haus. Brooklyn, New York. Well, shit. I don't where to start this thing, it has been a turbulent week or so. AWP can suck a fatty. Seattle has junkies shooting up leaning against Teslas. I'm pretty sure I caught Covid, but that was days ago. I got a cool new hat. Slept on boat. Used a bidet. [Unrelated, but you'd think, right? Salty crack.] Ate a steak. Some wangs. A few burritos with tantric beans. Drank about exactly one million beers. Saw two bands. Tripped on a goose. Visited an old workplace. Saw some old friends. Bandmates. Drove around in a mini-van. Saw Cobain's memorial bench. Smelled the Tacoma aroma. Did a bong rip. Got rained on, [Real original, Seattle.] Did a reading. Celebrated Agustin's birthday. Kind of, there was a mis-understanding, [I mean, me and J G'bauer went back to the rental, thinking everyone would show up, but everyone did not show up.] I suppose it all worked out in the end. Kind of. I did give up writing forever on Monday morning, then I slept for 48 hours straight and now I am back to normal. BaTNAFU as the bridesmaids say, [Back to normal, all fucked up.] I don't know. I really don't. We are making progress. I think.
Always love hearing you read & hanging out in the booth / corral!