racing through the endgame of my game of chess with greggie, who was also rather smartly turned out at the party on saturday night,
having a paul smith suit when having almost no money at all is an obscure pleasure,
but i'm sorry folks that i've even mentioned money in this space, it has a bearing on my life but i'd sooner not talk about it, payday on friday,...
so i saw the black rider, robert wilson directed, william burroughs wrote, tom waits composed, damn fine in my book, not to everyone's taste though, my troop of happy theatre goers were very mixed on it,
but it was right up my street,
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