Hello, again. It's another cold, rainy, blustery day in the Portland. There are foul-mouthed men downstairs from my apartment making a ruckus. Bring it.
David Bowie died yesterday, while I was playing music, so I figure that's as good a tribute as I could give to him; he that I didn't actually know.
I'll play more music tonight, but for now, I'm just going to listen to music. Music, and sawzalls, and hammers, and oh-my-jah, more sawzalls.
Here is a picture from last night. At Biddy's. Tim never showed up.