What have I got to complain about?

What have I got to complain about? I was feeling pretty shitty about things an hour ago, then I hit the reset button. Something about going out back with a cold drink, a properly humidified cigar and "Live Rust" blaring through my headphones. Take off all my clothes and catch up on some neglected nude sunbathing. Ahhhhh, I say it again. . . What have I got to complain about?

Business continues to tank playing hell on my emotions. What am I doing wrong? All questions for another day, as for today, I'm gonna surf the waves of good vibrations. . . . California style. . . baby. Not on the CityWalk schedule this evening, think I'll hit Santa Monica for a change of pace, if nothing else, a nice walk on the beach will do me good.

What have I got to complain about? I went to the Castle twice on Friday, once to see Aaron's lunch show for three elderly women and myself; then came back after work to watch his 10PM show. Always a pleasure to see my friend explore his craft. OK I admit it, I'm an Aaron Fisher fan. His expert card magic and easy going personality, make for a very entertaining and mystifying show. While hanging with Aaron at the upstairs Owl bar, a group of excited laymen all but demanded a performance before their dinner reservations in 20 minutes. Aaron bought me my first double, these folks my 2nd and the show was underway. I can't tell you how reinvigorating it was to perform for excited and truly engaged people. Besides my normal opening card routine and a demonstration of coin manipulation, I took them off road for a little experiment in intuition. I performed my 3 Card Mental Problem and followed it with the Zingone Mental Problem, both to amazed and appreciative responses. I finished with chinese coin penetrating a cord. They were off to dinner and gave me one of those cash swapping handshakes as they left. Nice.

What have I got to complain about? Sunday night Polly and I attended a Jackson Browne Concert at the Orpheum Theater. Nice show by one of my favorite artists. Time to hit the gym hard before heading out see If I can make buck on the Santa Monica Promenade.


Jackson Browne - Lives in the balance - 1986