My Son The Angel

Today was a good day. Buster and I studied for his vocabulary test over breakfast at 6:30 in the morning. I had an effective planning session and checked off many of the things I wanted to do. I wrote the little kids each a letter and Buster drew them each funny picture. I sent some follow up emails and called the Comedy Underground about booking a week.

When Buster got home from school, I made him a grilled cheese sandwich for a snack and the we went to the Seattle Center to throw the football.


We had a great time. There's a large grassy area near a huge fountain that spits large amounts of water in sync with music that is played over loud speakers. We liked it when a Hendrix song came on. This grassy area is situated right outside the Children's Museum where I managed the Gift (toy) Shop for two months. After it got too dark to play ball we walked through the Center House. It's been 3 months since I left there and they hadn't even changed the window yet. I said it then and I'll say it again, "Fuck the real world". I'm glad I quit. But I question whether or not I made the right decision. Of course I did. Working for chump change only to have half of it garnished and coming home every night as unhappy as I did, just wasn't worth it. The point was driven home as we did, stuck in rush hour traffic; as I did every night I worked there.

We got home in time for our Tuesday Night Session. Steve, Tim, Buster, Solomon and I jammed out till 11PM. It was a good session. We went over some sleights and had some insightful discussions about the art of magic.