OK. I REMEMBER LAST NIGHT. REALLY. Wanted to celebrate getting the first draft o

OK. I REMEMBER LAST NIGHT. REALLY.

Wanted to celebrate getting the first draft of the book done. And we hadn’t been out in two weeks.

Most of my repertoire is hard rock and grunge, which are much less popular to start with – so pickings are slimmer here. But a little Nirvana always gets applause.

We managed to get Kirill into a taxi, although he wanted to sing some song about a grandmother smoking a pipe like Louis Armstrong again. His Rap in Russian is recording quality. It moves him.

I left Alex in a bar surrounded by women – mostly ’cause he was willing to buy them drinks.

Walking home, I noticed it was dawn.

Slept most of the day.

Wrote some.

Perfect.