2001-12-06 - 8:05 p.m.
Last night I dreamed that I finger banged Betty Page on a Brooklyn rooftop. Today I went to ground zero. What I felt there, I cannot put into words. All I can say is that since visiting the site, I have been seriously contemplating getting my first tatoo. Our new guitar player Mike, Christina and I ate at Joe's Shanghai on Pell Street in Chinatown. Soup dumplings and lion's head, baby. Don't miss it if you're ever in the big apple. There's a hole in the skyline, dear Liza, dear Liza. I'm wearing my brand spankin' new City of New York Fire Dept. baseball cap. Hell yes, hell yes. I don't usually wear caps like this but I have two that I love. One from Cooper's BBQ in Llanno, Tx. and this one. Two sides of the coin.
Hamell came to the gig last night. It was pretty damn mother fucking great to see him. He's never read this diary, so he doesn't know that he's the guy that inspired the entire thing. Well, at least he's the guy that the first and quite a few other entries are about. Hey Hamell, you slug, quit slacking and recognize my genius!.
