Hi, all. Listening to the destruction of New Orleans, from hurricane Katrina, on NPR. Just got off the phone calling the local radio station to report a moose sighting. I went and saw Bela Fleck last night- I've never seen him. Oh, by the way, he was with Jean-Luc Ponty, and Stanley Clarke. My soul is still abuzz with all the beautiful music I got to hear last night. It's 6:15 pm here and I already feel like I had a good day. I got rid of a stalker-girl, lived through a hurricane (I was in New Orleans spiritually), and met a fantastic new young lady named Erin. In fact, I'm giving her a guitar lesson in about an hour. --insert steve miller whistle--
Yes, it's kinda surreal posting as a happy human being for the first time in awhile, but the ride ain't fun if it ain't bumpy, as I like to say, and- oh yeah- I see my shrink @ 2:00 pm Wendsday.
My child (and his Mom) just moved back to Arizona after going to Florida (1999) and then Texas (2001). What an exciting circle it's been! Blah.
Pointless as I see it, but you gotta roll with the punches or it don't mean a thing.
There are a bunch of old mines about two and a half miles west of my house, located deep in the trees, with moose and deer ready to play matidor on your ass. But I am going to go up there one night (perferably a full moon) and whip out a blanket, some candles, my guitar, and a six-pack and have my own little seance. Spiritually trip, baby. I need it. You can feel the cool, ancient air flow out of the gaping, black, yawning mine entrance; as you sit there and strum soft chords, singing quietly toward the lemon moon.

Naked.

Snakes are optional. (and sometimes unavoidable)

My new job is going well, but I am sick of living with housemates whose animals are not disciplined whatsoever. Within the last month the two pitbulls :) have eaten:

2 Beatles Cd's
1 Zappa Cd
1 Jeff Buckley Cd
1 Creedence Cd

Okay, a couple of them were burned, but I let it go with a warning that if it happened again, monitary compensation would be necessary. Well, I walked in the door this morning and the accursed demon-dogs had eated my $80 Seamour Duncan accoustic pickup.

:'''(

Well, I'm going back to living alone, like I did in Houston for two years- the best two years of jerking-off I've yet to expirence.
Okay, I really am done with four songs, but I have way more, I just want to up the quality a little more to release like 6 or more at once. Today, I answered my first text message- ever- in my life, and I think it will be my last as well.

text message: larry U wanna play volleyball @ 8?

my reply: maybe

God- it was great for me.
Was it good for you to?

If I ever kill myself, you will find my (perferably) bloody, crumpled body with a note clutched in my hand reading "It was the cell phone . . ."

Anyone seen any cool bands latley? I saw Isreal Vibration a week ago, and anyone heard of Buckwheat Zydico? That boy puts on a hot show with his ivory accordion and tight little band which includes a player devoted to playing a sort of suit of armour made out of washboards. He raps some batons up and down his chest to produce a unique rythmic scrape. I dug it. And I dig having this space to write to you all here on a blog. This is what technology is for, to me. I am only revealing about 80% of myself here so far on this blog, but I am trying to be more honest.
As we all know, honesty is the best policy.
At least that's what the judge told me after being sentanced to five years for stealing two priceless pachiderms from the Cincinatti Central Zoo.

Kyser Soze: "Fuckin' cops."

Have fun all- talk to you soon.

p.s. Did anyone see Mars a couple nights ago? And please forgive the spelling errors, as per usual :)