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The show in Stockton was great. Not a huge audience by any means, but I had a great time. When the floor is empty, my space on stage becomes greater, and I use it all for my crazy dance. My throat is still sore, and my muscles ache. Its a great feeling.

This morning was lovely one in San Francisco, and I stepped right out my apartment building and walked on the beach for hours.

I just watched Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark. Lacking a father figure, Indiana Jones was the closest thing Ive ever had to a role model. Growing up, there was no one I looked up to more. I believe it is this admiration that instilled my hunger for adventure, and will eventually drive me to leave my home in search of such adventure. I also think it fitting that I should die on such an adventure, as the movies have bred into me a certain feeling of invulnerability. I am under the impression that no situation would ever be inescapable, and that no amount of faceless enemies will ever be enough to stop me.

I think I'll hang on to this feeling as long as I can.

I went to Amoeba again, and you know what that means. Shawn spent all his money. In exchange for really great records. Really, really great. I found a rare Dinosaur Jr cd, got some velvet underground, a live Nirvana bootleg, and some Dead Kennedys, to name a few.

Ive got some basil and some strawberries growing in my room, and they are both doing wonderfully. My walls recently became completely redesigned and all the posters rearranged. All of the sudden they are interesting to me again. It makes being bored a little less obnoxious.

I just turned around, and my nest of blankets looked real comfy. Which isn't far from the truth....



Love, Shawn