Tonight I went down to 111 Minna. I didn't know. But Andy Hope told my I should go about a year ago. I saw Jason Lewis on Saturday and he said he was going to go so I skated down there about six. The place was goin OFF. I was more crowded than any Friday or Saturday night I've seen. People X'n and thumpin and rockin their various hot bods. I was like, "Am I one of these beautiful people? Can I hang?" I stood there like a dork and looked at people hugging and laughing and doing that "cool person" handshake. Still no Jason. I skated over to the liquor store and bought a half-pint of Captain Morgan and a white peach. I ain't payin' those "beautiful people" prices. I went into the bathroom and poured the booze into my Coke. And so I soon relaxed enough to dance and get sweaty with all those people on better drugs than me. The place is pretty weird. The idea that a club could go from 6 to 10 on a Wednesday, while it's still light out, was pretty strange to me. But I had a very good time. I fantasized about having a girlfriend that was so pretty that she created a wake when she moved through the room. Look at those dot-com geeks clink their Heinekens together when they see her. Oh, wait, I've had girlfriends like that. OK, never mind. But what can I say? I'm still in awe. I like pretty people.

Thanks Jason. See you soon.