Ok, I'm on the wagon.

Pleasant Sunday afternoon, interlude.


See, iced tea and watching as the last party of this double date arrives. An hour late I might add.

Am I not the very soul of respectability that some chick with a lot of cash might need to share with me for say, a year or so, interest free?

I know, always an angle with me. I'm a regular stellated dodecahedron, aren't I. A real star. Meh.

Night of Glittering Literati

Ah, memories...
Are your foggy around the edges too?

Hey, that's slowing down.

Did I say I was boring of this? Keep pouring good man, keep pouring.

As i was saying, you never know what a night will hold...


A chance to run the DJ booth. We'll leave the karaoke unrecorded, shall we.



A chance to hear Buying Cigarettes for the Dog live. (Buy the book dammit!)


As the night wore on... Steve declared his love for me.

And there, we fade to black.

Ugh

That was a rough night.



El Tigre stitched me up. Guess I should have held off on that visit to the doctor.

No, no, don't worry. I'll be fine.

'Tude Adjustment

You every feel you're lord of the castle?


Then go from King to kindling?

Seeing the Doc

Be on time, then sit and cool your heels. Ooh, flashbacks to the legal system.


What have we here?


Restraint-play in the stirrups.


Make like an autopsy.


Ears to you.

Oh, and Dearest Ex?

I'm very sorry baby, that doesn't look like me at all.

You're mixing me up with that ex who cared.

I've got another little sweet something on my mind.

A Travelling Monk

So, as I was saying, I fell in with some people. Being at the right place at the right time. He was booking and I said, bring me.




Sometimes all you have to do is being charming and ask for what you want. I hitched a ride with them.

Now I did have a clue that this might work.


It worked with asking them to take me to a symphony.

So the trip...

Ready? Never more so in my life.


We saw all kinds of places.



I got my picture taken with this furless femme, but even with all my charisma, it got me no where with this one.


I didn't get the maid's name but I have this memento of her tool and she has memories of mine.


See, I'm not all lady's man. I am a guy's guy too.


Did I mention beer?


There was drinking to be had, but water is too late at this point to thin my pulsing red beer any.



I saw London, I saw France, I saw ladies' underpants. (This would be, y'know, some old church.)


Here's a bit climbing my old ruins over old ruins in Rome.

We buzzed thru the continent so fast, it was like being on the run again. Good times.



Coming home was a bit rough. Mental note: Ingratiate self relentlessly. You are never home safe until you're home.

Playing Catch Up

Yah, so as I was saying? before I was so rudely interrupted by life?

Yeah, I went straight.


Straight to a few iron ladies' hearts.

(This one had a heart of brass. But that's another story.)

I brushed up on my sophisticated side with some reading. Ladies like a brain not just the brawn of my physique.


I worked with Mike for a while.

He said I was a monkey on his back. That job gave me plenty of time to think since talking shop wasn't exactly onerous. Nice word onerous.


I fell into a bit of recursive thinking.

I got to dreaming of bigger better places.


And when you dream it, life brings the teachers. That's another story.