2001-10-27 - 12:47 p.m.
Greetings from Lexington. I’m in the world’s most typical bachelor pad. No, not any swanky playboy digs with rotating bed or remote control bar. This is a true bachelor pad, empty bottles and glasses everywhere. All ashtrays overflowing. Cat-box stench in the bathroom, plus a lovely fist sized hole in the sheet rock above the toilet. This has been quite nostalgic for me. I hung out all day watching movies. Last night I hosted a big poetry show they had here. Everyone was very pleased with my performance. Hurray. I was told that they’ve never had a host as good as me. One, two, three, here’s to me! Ok, ego check… uh, that might take a week. Anyway, I fly home tomorrow. Flying wasn’t so bad. I slept most of the time. I wonder if anyone slept through the hijackings? Probably not, wake up, you’re gonna die. Where’s Superman when we need him?
