Flatbed practice was a hoot. My wah-wah pedal was not functioning though, but that’s fine, I think I’ll not use it. Instead my plan is to channel East Bay Ray and wait and see if anyone notices or cares.
Apparently I lied to Nathan and we don’t have The Third Man at the store. Oops. Actually I’m pretty sure there’s a copy in a box somewhere.
Yesterday afternoon I was stopped outside my house by a dodgy looking character missing a hand who wanted to know where the girls (aka hookers) hang out in this area. I told him keep on walking down to Albert St. He said that’s what they told him two blocks ago but he’s trying to stay out of that area because it’s so depressing. I suppose you definitely do want an uplifting atmosphere when picking up hookers. He said he just wanted someone to talk to.