TIMF

I went to the treasure island music festival on Sunday and you know - what a very sweet event it is - put on by some good people - and god its beautiful out there - in the shadow of the graffitied and broken army base.. And so i had a great time apparently - I mean for instance I don’t remember calling J outside the restaurant after -but - gleefully he remembers and gleefully he will do this imitation of me on the phone a few dozen more times which - honestly I never drink that much so I don’t think it is fair - (but what did fairness ever have to do with good solid satisfying mockery.) I truly hope I handled myself with my usual self respect - because my god - nothing is worse than being the sad old borracho surrounded by the youth - who after all are looking to me to represent the bright future to come - with golden letters floating over their heads backlit by angel's eyes and melancholic rainbows that say: “My god I hope this sad old boraccho shows me how good the future looks!” - and I’m sure all day I did inspire this - because I certainly try to. But the sun was so bright you know? It makes me crazy. Music? I was there for Imperial Teen and Ty Segal and loved them both. It was a fun day thank you.