Only a few more days of sleeping on super model Rachel Clark’s couch. She’s very kind to let me sleep here but I can’t wait to get my own place.

We rush off to dinner at Hot pot. Her favorite spot where she buys the very expensive meal. It’s difficult to thank her enough.

With Steve Nelson at the release of his new cd. Someone throws a rock through the window, Shattering sharp glass over Steve, the band and myself. It came from the roof next door. Someone doesn’t like the loud music at midnight. I am happy to pick a sharp piece off my shirt and not off my eye. You can’t pay for that entertainment. Especially when the cops arrest him with the sling shot on him. While the cops try to restrain him people punch him in the face.

At the party someone steals my corduroy brown jacket. It’s has a sentimental scarf and one pair fingerless gloves. There is a part of me that loves to be stolen from. But god damn it’s a cold walk home.