Hand’s down one of the coolest bookstores in America-

I’d like to take a moment out from other adventures to offer my full support for the gorgeous cause of Senora Monserrat Morilles, and can only hope those fascists didn’t grope her too severely in that Mobile Armored Grope Wagon (MAGW)…

Stay strong, sister! Viva Las Angelas del Diablo!

The fast goes well, as does the trip.

“Ah…Lila….”(drool, dribble, drool)

It’s been ready for a while now, but we kept running into technical and legistical difficulties. But certainly the best episode to date…

In the whirlwind midst of settling in PTLD, helping with the relocation, frustration with things I can’t control (I know it’s a bitch there aren’t more episodes up by now…), I’m going to focus on things I can. So I’ll be out of touch for a bit in Buxton, ME on the Atkinson family compound, camping out, swimming in the river, consuming not but water, lemon juice, cayanne and syrup, getting lots of sleep, doing prayer excercises and other forms of masturbation.

We made it, rolled in last night around supper time. Instantly smacked in the heart by yet another one, drinks and a ferry ride to Peak’s isle. Woke up to the words “Dude, now lets go on a spiritual journey. No, I’m serious.” Great to be back around Watson too. The wonder twins realign their powers.

Oh but NYC tried to hold on to us! Passed from one benevolent matron to the next as our bankroll yo yo-ed and we puttered between Brooklyn and the lower East Side, chasing after Parisians, Athens girls, lipstick tornado bar tenders, and other hotties. Fantastic guest spot at Daredevill, thanx Michelle! Got to catch up briefly with Dylan and Rudyard Lee. Not using my best story form here I realize but I’m still in recovery. The roadshow will definitely be returning to the City.