"Your real self doesn't  know your name." Tom Robbins 8.24.04  3am   A borrowed kitchen table, all the lights are out, everyones asleep but me and the cat. It's a balmy 90 degrees or so outside in the narrow streets of the backwater. The river is so close that ships sometimes get lost and wander through your windows and trains constantly blow a broad melancholy chords that sound like the whole town full of saxophone players are all simultaneously blowing a looooooooong low solemn chord. New Orleans is still the coolest city in the states, even when its 116 outside and your sweating through pores you didn't know you had. It all cooks into you like and tastes better after the flavour has had time to soak in. feel the pull of the hoodoo, gonna go buy me a mojo hand. well Im still stewing in this gusto gumbo and its still tastes good. Gonna stick here a few more days before im dropped back off where I got picked up with a sea shell from paradise in my pocket. Two trips to paradise in the same summer, this unworthy tramp can do nothing but smile and say thanks over and over again. as far as a real life goes, in a fit of creative cooking I invented a candybar that im convinced is going to make us all rich. Rich I tells you. Like that guy in warshington and his dirty daddy. Also going to be releasing some previously unavailable information in somewhat tangible forms, hopefully. Going to bama soon to gather fuel for winter and establish my candy empire, quickly, cause I gotta go, I always gotta go you know. Too much left to taste. Truly it's the people that make it worth it. meetings with friends and allies make a homeless wanderer feel like he is king. The king of nothing but what in my bag and that's enough to be king of for now…at least until the candybar takes off and were all rich. Rich I tells you. Like that guy in warshington and his dirty daddy. I guess the first thing we could do is to get that guy out of warshington and back to texass where he belongs or mars might be nice as well. God knows if he gets to stay he might just outlaw candybars "for national security reasons." God bless america and please wake her up when you do. Keep it unreal,   ~b "first you get the sugar, then you get the money, then you get the women"                                                                                    ~homer simpson