The Beat Goes On...
Maximum Black, Bohren & Der Club of Gore eminates from KJFC, Los Altos Hills. My old college station. Natasha is spinning tonight. I was on my way to Mark Ciglar's house reminiscing good times with old Bay Area crew friends. The Red Restaurant had an exquisite Johnny Cash burger chalking up my western burger journey. Medium. Stoli Vodka Sour. A shot of Jameson's to ease down the the cigarette with Marin. The drive back with Tracy is filled with Sagan and Christian's Satanism. Somewhat surprisingly Mark Ciglar wasn't home this Friday night. Probably at a local party with Dino and rest of the old Aleister's Rosary. My window is down. I make a kitty friend by Ponderosa Park as I make a call to Mr. Sheldon Chang. Santa Clara is perfect tonight.