dreamland

Nothing tells me more that I must be getting old than waking up from a weird carousel of nightmares, after one tiny beer, a show and queso at Kerbey in the middle of the night. It was a blitz of hospitals, blood, psychological tests, middle of nowhere fairgrounds.

We went to the Cash Bash, a birthday celebration for the Man in Black at Emo's last night. It was pretty entertaining, with some good bands. There were a couple of painters in the back, working on big canvases. One had a black and white close up of Cash's face, the other was doing the saintly style, floating on a cloud Man in Black.

I have leftover Kerbey Lane pancakes for breakfast. I don't know why, but these pancakes are the best things in the whole world.