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 My editor needs 3 more braincells. He thinks my media wife is pretty too. He probably looks at her more than I do. We gossipped about AngelinA. The world's best grave robber. What's in the meat grinder? Don't know, a big toe, theory of everything? King Duck Shit drives his chariot in from Wisconsin and thinks the Packers won Minneapolis. He hasn't found my manhole cover that leads to the underground base. If he really owned the city he would walk around naked, and shovel the snow in winter, and pick up the trash on the street. Certain pockets of the city are fluid. Why don't we have a Chinatown and a Chinese New Year celebration? Santa's little elves formed a union? I'm poorer and less well off than the guilded halls they have in China  But I can always dig ditches for fools gold. At least the radio works better here than anywhere else. Haley's comet, an omen of everything? 

Someone hates me again. I guess I ruined something somewhere. Their anger perhaps. Their fist has become soft. There prose a little flat. I didn't pay for everything with my nothing. Coupons to the whorehouse is the only obvious solution. Prostitution of what exactly? I don't know. It's illegal here anyway. More of a Nevada thing. Entrapment. Caught with your pants down. Here everyone seems like religious socialists. Work uniforms instead of JJ Flash. At least after a hard day at work you can go home and kill photons on your game system, or drink too much, or start a great band. Still, It's cleaner than most cities. I would run for Mayor, but if I won, then I'd have to sit in castle grey skull all day, and think.  

Being a slight distance outside of town, I've become a cowboy again, no more city slick. The transformation was rapid city. Ok my guitar is a Yamaha, I'm sure someone wore a cowboy hat in Tokyo once. Maybe Japan will bring the robot city to life with more sushi, Godzilla, and an Aikido center. I listened to Geisha music once. It was good music to die to. I used to practice with a bokken on a pinata because we couldn't afford lightsaber technology. Yes I lose when you are looking and always win when you aren't looking. It's the attention economy and your show is a boring monotonous church sermon plagiarized by an AI from a blank book with grey pages. No matter how much money you throw at the insipidity, your sex object is a concrete block. 

The Bouncer.