Want to see the girl I kissed? Go to carlevans.com. That's her, right there on the intro page. She is even more stunning than that, if you can believe it. So there she is. My gyspy dancer. She and the band encouraged me to tour with them again next week, but I've secretly decided to stay home. I may visit the band before sound check when they roll through town next week. Or I may not. Maybe a quick hug for my favorite travel buddies, then run like hell before anyone offers me vodka. They were on Letterman, did you see it? Rockstar called the next morning to ask for my honest opinion of the performance. They've done better. Lately I'm too busy sleeping on the beach to care about their insane world. I've had all summer to sunbathe away the anguish, and I have been rewarded with a tan, exfoliated feet, and sand all over my floor. Yep, life's sure rough.
4:10 p.m. - 2007-08-20