Grande is Merchandise!

So me and the Merchandise table had a drive together last night at 13. Didn't sell anything but had a whole bunch of fun. Abena needed the space to clear her mind to get the 29.9 that she got with her Blacksmith Orchestra. I loved the Merch table. It is so Merchy.

Monday was great. When I left work I walked into the Davidoff and had a huge Cigar for the first time in a while. I had a super selection #13, only sold at that store. Sorta long and hard. Very bold cigar, just the way I like it.

I sat, drank esspresso, smoked, read, wrote, relaxed, escaped, and did everything else I did.
Had fun doing it too.

Then off to 13 and its fabulous merch table. Energy was high, mine was higher. Don't ask me how it was that high, because I don't have a clue myself. Night was tight, then on to Res.

Res was coolihighharmony. Too much energy left over but a combination of Lynne and Dead leaves and dirty grounds, I was able to tap into my Zen. For a few minutes at least. I got home way too late for a week day, but what else is new?
This morining when I stumbled out of the train station looking like a zombie, or a drained Lestat after spending sixty years burried under his New Orleans Residence without a drop of blood, or any music to make his brain flutter. Yeah that's how I looked.

I walked to the closest Bucks, (to sell out or buy in) and it was packed beyond patience, so I continued to walk and went to the bucks across the street from that one. Exactly across the street too. "Five shots please", "How Many?", "Dude, please give me five shots of esspresso, thank you", "Okay it's your heart buddy".
(The dialogue was enhanced for blog purposes only)
It was more like me holding up five fingers and wispering esspresso.

I have a long day on the way too, so let us see how survival will affect my flesh.

A stupid, weird, stinky, lady screamed at me today at work. My boss told me to say something to her. I am really way too tired to deal with bullshit like that. I know she is miserable and I don't really think I want to deal with her. She is pathetic, really is. She is the women that nobody really likes, but has a pretty big account that will go with her at will. It isn't like we can just throw away money or anything. Well that's just my hypothesis., don't take my word for it.

Oh well we'll all float on anyway.

enough dudes.