Lyndie, Alesandra, Richard and I were in a  cafe to play a show.   There was a guitar, and bass, and mic and a mixer.   Lyndie and Alesandra went up first and did a song or two.  Then Richard and I went up.  I played bass and Richard played guitar.  Someone wanted us to play a song called “Taxi Cab” that I didn’t know  and Richard barely knew but I followed him and we pulled it off.  When we were done, Richard put down the guitar and walked away.  I started to go for it because I wanted to play one of my songs but Alesandra kinda pushed her way in so that she could do something.  I told her that wanted the opportunity to play something of my own and she acquiesced.

I was at work and I needed to go from one building to another and Bill showed up with this girl. I recognized her from Bill’s house. She had hurt her ankle and he was taking her to an infirmary at Y! We stayed with her and chatted a little. She was nervous about her ankle but I assured her that everything was going to be fine. When she was called on, we left. Bill’s car was not the Prius that he normally drives but this old Dodge Charger. The body was in good condition but the inside was half finished. He had laid down this tericloth kind of fabric in light and dark blues but the pieces in the headliner were drooping down because he hadn’t finished tucking it into the weather stripping of the doors and windows. I asked him why he didn’t finish it and he said because he’d grown tired of working on it. His attitude was kinda odd. He seemed to have this egoic confidence that portrayed itself as pompous.