Saturday, November 5, 2011

blogging from my favorite coffee-house. a blues band is performing. i know they're going to be good because the lead singer showed up wearing a gold lame' 3-piece suit. i saw the vexing young Mr. Gleason. he's a sweet young boy who plays the guitar and for awhile would always play Utah Phillips songs to me......here's an admission: he's sweet and cute like a puppy....i have never understood those queers who mack on the young'uns. when i encounter them, all i feel is parental. i've already made Mr. Gleason put on his jacket, the night has a definite chill in it. he says i'm worse than his folks. well, i'd kick their asses if i got the chance.....he's a bit too young to be ramblin' as much as he does. but, his folks are too busy having their own lives. get tired of seeing that........