The Real World Is Overrated

We all pick a point in the universe for our souls to soar. Bush picked the White House, a bum picked an alley; and me. . . I, picked Alki Beach. This morning I took Buster to an orientation at Nova, an Alternative High School that's part of the Seattle Public School System. He spent half a day there as a requirement for the application to possibly get in. Seems like a very cool place with as progressive a program as I have seen.

Tomorrow night I'm back at the Fenix Underground. I feel like working in some new material custom tailored for the rock n roll / dance club audience. I think it's time to incorporate some floating effects. Time to fuck with these people's heads.

Tonight I built a nice fire. Buster and I played a game of chess and the evening disappeared.

I talked with Sylvester the Jester tonight. He is going to hook Steve up with an evening at the Magic Castle. It was nice to talk to him. He is my soul brother and was my housemate for the 2 years I lived in LA.