My Kids

As I fall behind in my child support obligations, I feel the pressure mounting. The need to make money soon is a reality I must deal with. Stress and depression interfere.

Being a street performer again. . . Not as easy as I thought.

Fist show, all change. Not the way I wanted to start my busking come back. I carry a lot of baggage at the moment, it's wrecking havoc on my psyche and affecting my performance. I am doing my best to work it out, equalize my available emotional resources and do the best show that I can for any given moment.

This is where the streets weed them out fast. The rejection factor is HUGE its a real numbers game. Monkey see, monkey do. . . Stop the first tourist and the rest will watch. Persistence is KEY. I was once a fairly good street performer, I believe I can be even better today. I have what it takes to make it in show business and my life. Fuck these motherfuckers, I will take what's mine!

Dancing With Julie

Last week I took a dancing lesson with Julie. We went to Wil's house, his girlfriend Carie is a dance instrutor and hooked us up with some swing dancing bacic steps and a few turns. Fun stuff. We've been going to the Owl and Thistle to listen and dance to the Vinyl Advengers. Somewhere between Honky Tonk and Lounge. Lots of old standards.


She came over last night so that we could practice for an hour. I have never been a dancer before. I like it. It's a very positive flow of energy. Plus she is a doll!! She is certainly her own woman with a side helping of bizarre nut. She has a boyfriend, and I don't get the feeling that she is looking for anything romantic or intimate. That's cool, I'm just happy to get to spend some time with her. I like her.

Over and Out

The deed is done and Seattle Magic is no more. C'est la vie.