05-26-2017, 03:18 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-26-2017, 03:21 PM by Drunk Monk.)
It's been chill today. Overcast with a big wind chill factor. Staff meals have been great - copious, tasty and even healthy. We're in that stony zone when everyone is moving in slow motion, Rasta zombies (an idea for a movie that I've been kicking around for years - maybe I can get Danny Trejo for it). Waiting for Tara and her friend Caroline to arrive. They are supposed to leave the Cruz at 4 but it took until this morning for them to figure that out.
I'm hanging out at concourse table, crowd watching with Spike, a professional pyro for like a decade. She is regaling me with tales of her industry.
I'm hanging out at concourse table, crowd watching with Spike, a professional pyro for like a decade. She is regaling me with tales of her industry.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse

