The fog rolls in

I must be feeling better. The antibiotics are working. I had a great time as always at the Owl and Thistle. I love watching to good dancers. . . and don't mind being one of the shitty ones. A very slick young man named Jake Steel Steele has offered to swap out dance lessons for some magic lessons. I think will be cool for the both of us.

Life is good, dancing on Wednesday night, golfing og Friday morning; smoking cigars and shuffling cards. . . what do I have to complain about.

The fog was thick as I drove across the West Seattle Bridge. I couldn't see shit, but I knew where I was going. I kind of feel this way about my life. My destiny might not seem clear. . . but I know where I am going. . . right off the edge of the bridge like that sorry fuck this afternoon. That's a long way down, hope he enjoyed the ride.