Moonset Cabin = Raenie and I stayed ’bout 48 hours in this tucked-away cabin, replete with sauna, jacuzzi, and absolutely not one effing comfortable chair.
870 E. 13th Ave = I don’t hang out in this building anymore because it’s not fun to hang out there anymore. Mebbe I’ll sneak in during off-hours for this or that dubious act, but otherwise I’m disinclined.
Luckey’s Club Cigar = Ah, the stage lighting’s really okay, if you play it right.
Chez Nous – Somehow, having cable television has changed the feel of my entire house. Even when I’m not watching. It’d be perfectly normal that our house smells like a toaster oven, if we had a toaster oven. Vera the cat used to take a lotta poops in the plant pot on our dining room table, until Raenie protected it with drumsticks. These drumsticks reminded me of nothing so much as the stakes them Brits planted in advance of the battle of Saint Crispin’s Day. Anyway it’s a great place to live, my house.