First copy of Otorongo arrived today. Didn't think it would arrive so soon. Thought it was Thraxas by Martin Millar which I ordered from Amazon last week. so I started to open it -- Whoa! -- saw the spine! It's in there. Sitting on my desk. Unopened still.

Whew! Smudged with palo santo. Florida water. Think I'll roll a joint.

Smoked it.

Tension mounting. Mmmm. Think I'll procrastinate a while. Check out Bea's photoset .

DROWNING MY DEMONS

She's from Connecticut. I went to school in Connecticut. Majored in creative writing. See the connection?

She sure looks like Connecticut to me! Like the Suicide Girls shorts as well.

Well, I guess like is an understatement. Gotta show em from the front.

Still procrastinating. Have another toke. The skull with the moth.

A bit later. Ok. Yikes. I think I survived that. Two tokes and she's unquestionably the most amazing girl I've ever laid eyes on.

Omigod . . . .

I really have not prepared very well for something like this. I should be celebrating. But nobody knows I wrote this book. My real name is not JimLinsa. I can't invite anyone, or really even acknowledge it to myself. I've got to stick my hand in there and pull it out.

Wait! Wait!

Tobacco . . . .

La Aurora. Ecuadoran kind of small fat cigar.

Ecuador for Mother and Father Ayawaskha, and for Otorongo.

So what the fuck. Whaddya waitin' for?

I'll be damned. It's a real book.