Wet

Originally Posted Thursday, July 25, 2013

This is the first page of Lawrence Osborne's latest work, "The Wet and the Dry."  Read a review here (link).  I just downloaded the book to my Kindle.  After doing a search for all of his work on Amazon, I have decided that I will probably read everything by him.  You have now read all that I have read, so my opinion is very subject to change.  But I will begin tonight. 

I am completely nonplussed right now.  That is not the right word exactly, but I like it.  Flummoxed, one of its synonyms, may be more correct, but it hasn't the sound I am looking for.  All relationships have soured or gone somewhat south.  This blog is not attracting a crowd.  Models, once enamored of my work, have developed a Jersey Shore attitude.  I still have sciatica and am walking like Fred Sanford, so I am not able to defend myself and my artistic virility as I should.  My summer drinking is becoming problematic.  I am diluting my good whiskey with Belgian Ales 1:1.  The only woman showing interest in me is young and crazier than I.  She is able to provide good drugs, though, for she has a "shrink" who writes prescriptions without analysis.  She can give me things that supposedly paralyzes my brain. Selah. 

I have just been interrupted and had a long, disjointed conversation with Q.  We may "hook up" next month in Yosemite as my other California friend called today to tell me he is going to be gone for a week in August and that I can have his house.  Q is ready to rumble, it seems.  I don't know if I can get away then, though.  To be seen. 

Now I am ready to take to my bed and read some of Osborne's book.  It would have been better earlier when I was still sober and more lucid.  I may make three or four pages now, and not remember them in the morning. 

I will probably update then.  Ciao. 

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I made it three or four pages and don't remember them this morning.