i don’t like the beach boys — never did. soaree. hope we can still be fiends. 4 ever.

doobie brothers — oh, yeah.

george and john without the other guys. ringo’s cool. playing for change. i guess he’s poor now. magic christian. paul — never my favorite but he magically appeared in my story about baby Jesús — mylar balloon chronicles.

listening to old elton while i get ready to turn in for the night. shift. pinball wizard — I gots a $5 billion record collection. i figure i can stream everythin’ until the internet goes kablooey in 2023 and sell my vinyls.

garage sale — leaving the country soon. sooner or later.

do you gots $$? mucho dinero?

rocket man. my sweet lord — george & ravi & bangladesh, sgt. peppers — i think steve might like to have it. I could drop it off in philly during the next thunderstorm there on the way to one hangar in bangor. or he could just expose himself.

i haven’t had time to talk to deliah (not her real name) or madam suzzette. i miss the girls. do you think the bunny ranch is open?

i dunno.

mañana

Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.

Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.