Been dancing in the mancave this afternoon, garage door wide open, music flowing out. The weather here is amazing, it's 1700 and I feel like I'm in my mothers womb, wearing nothing but shorts.

Shelby is gone for four days and I have no commitments or obligations. I also don't have a legal vehicle, or gas money.

Most folks perceive me as an old fragile man. Sometimes I am, but when I get buzzed and stoned, the vibrations settle down and I feel alive again.

I've been writing and dancing here in the Cave for a couple hours now. I've also been drinking a La Croix pure sparkling water and vodka, or two. I've also been puffing on a pipe and a pen.

So here's the fucking question! At 78, what's left? I have no woman, nor do I expect to have one. I could get a job performing as a Senior Dancer, but I ain't seeing no options.

Shelby said I should get a job doing manual labor down on some beach, that she knows about.

I agree, we'll talk about it after she gets back, from New Orleans.