Went to see Mike Watt, he had an organ player with him, it led to some very Kraftwerkesque music. He was playing, strangely enough, in a place called the Handlebar, which is the name of the place I did most of my drinkin before I came down here. This one had burned down so they just took the remaining two walls and built a temporary bar out of the materials that u-stor-its are usually made out of.

One of Frankie's friends got home from Creature Makeup school out in LA. So we put on a bunch of fake herpes and went out to the bars:



Out near Fort Morgan is a long stretch of mostly deserted beaches backed by dunes. The only signs of human presence are the dim silouttes of oil rigs on the horizon. Here are some pictures from a hike through this desolate and untouched state park: