I am in here.
Walked down the street a fair ways, to a bookstore and a street-side café. Read and ate a big piece of cake. Now, I watch all the streetlights turn on, bit by bit. Endless sounds of partying, horns, the street, the wind. Saturday night in the big city.
Been thinking about getting another piercing for a while, and at lunch, sitting on the patio, there was a piercing place right next door. So…
From A Socialites Life Phil Spector – Picking someone up at the House of Blues will get you into trouble.
Time to not ignore your primary job in life of spreading aforesaid life in electronical format all over your assigned web-page. Meanwhile, I have a free Shabbat ahead of me. I go to see the Psychedelic Furs tonight, across the street at the House of Blues.
white pebble 