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.
