Yesterday, on the train I tried writing. I got one line down. "The DJ was drunk, and the bartender bored." Everything may have to be retooled. Perhaps there should only be short stories here, or maybe I should go back to trying and cover hip hop. My preference still lies with rock and roll, but all it makes me want to do is smoke cigarettes and drink draft beer. Maybe I should just log on every day, and write whatever lurid things pop into my head. There's still no solid internet connection, but there are ways around that.
Needless to say, I've being doing a lot of thinking. I just wanted to swing by, and let all six of you know that I'm still here. Everything is fine. I'm not just not entirely certain of the next move. I might end up listening to the Shins at some point tonight.