Mike Vick is back. I’ve written the first third of a new short story. It’s looking decent. Takes place in the early 1950′s. Cross country trip – out West – to find a father. Or to die and be reborn, one of the two. Reading Western Lands. Very impressive. Many times more mature than say Naked Lunch. Or even the infamous Nova Trilogy. According to the ancient Egyptians, we all have 7 souls. All for different purposes. Golf in my backyard. Well, my neighbor’s backyard. Waiting on a job, could be a while. Weeks? Months? Re-strung the acoustic. Stones covers and a bunch of odd finger picking. Les Paul’s dead. Page owes him, hell… everyone owes him. New camera today. A 7.1 pixel Nikon. It’s an impressive little device. Heading to the dome tonight. Last time? Maybe. Probably not. Some kid was playing on the grass, I just about pulled a Gran Torino on his ass. But… naw. That’s not me. He’d probably just laugh assuming I was kidding. Town Halls are getting way out of hand. BBC headlined a story today: “Unhealthy Debate”. Everyone’s angry sometimes. It’s healthy to be. Not in a sense of trying to get things done, though. Common knowledge tells us to not do anything important when we’re angry, we aren’t thinking rationally. Neither are these people. Not because of their positions, because of the way they’re voicing themselves. It’s sad. Political discourse in this country died with Kennedy and Watergate. Please, Mr. Joe, bring me something I can feel. There’s a massive generational, ideological, philosophical shift going on in this country right now. Could take 10 years deep. Can’t wait to see what the future holds. Not cause it’ll be better in any way than the past, because… well, I’m just damn curious.