I ran into my friend Dave who I used to hang out with in the "rooms." He seems to be doing great and said that he does yoga every day now, meditates each morning, is getting ready to go on a retreat where he will refrain from speaking for two weeks, has embraced a vegan lifestyle, and is generally "living in light". He invited me to join him for a soy latte, and a fungus-based imitation chicken taco at his favorite vegetarian restaurant. Once we walked inside the restaurant he announced that the energy of the wait staff was toxic to him. I asked him if there was anyplace else he wanted to go, but he told me that all of the restaurants in the area are toxic to him. His car was near mine and while we walked to it a meter maid stood by writing a ticket, at which point he got down on his knees and cursed the toxicity of the city of Los Angeles, and US in general (while we're at it). I asked him if there was any place in the world that isn't toxic, and he told me that there is an island off of Costa Rica and his plan is to go there and live by himself and commune with the purity of God. When I left, he thanked me for not being toxic and we hugged good-bye. I hope I never get so healthy that everything seems toxic, but I still eat meat and have never done yoga, so perhaps I am still living in darkness.

It seems like the number of drummers I meet and come into contact with is disproportionate to my interaction with those of other professions, like say, doctors, lawyers, etc. (and I know there are a lot of lawyers out there!). But, no, it's drummers. I don't find anything wrong or bad about this, I think drummers are fabulous people, male and female, I'm just curious about the attraction. Am I secretly a drummer? Maybe I just radiate a vibe like I want to pound and beat on things. I wonder if I'm just connecting with others in touch with the primordial beat of life....Ok, the truth is (no offense to drummers), but it feels like, yet, more confirmation that I am not intended for mainstream American life. Let's face it, who less equipped to conform to the flatness of this prozac nation, than drummers...

Just for today, I can embrace my inner drummer.

I used to be in love with Tom Hanks back in junior high school when I would come home and watch re-runs of "Bosom Buddies." In those days, I dreamed of one day meeting him and experiencing the deeply felt soulful connection I felt certain to have. Little did I know that years down the line that day would finally come when I would look him straight in the eye and say, "Can I take your plate, sir?"

Just for today, dreams come true through catering work.

I was just writing in a coffee shop where a young woman was playing a video game with head phones and screaming when she...I don't know...couldn't kill the elves or whatever they were. Anyway, I wish I could be such a screaming fool. Yelling my head off in a coffee shop while people are trying to write and talk. Just irritate the hell out of people without a care in the world.

Just for today, I'm seriously annoyed.