Black Panther of Death

All that talk of death yesterday culminated in my dreams last night. As I was walking among wild animals, such as black bears with brown noses, a black panther leaped at me and began sniffing my neck. Then the panther bit my neck, and I began to die.

There is a benefit today for a lead guitar player of a local blues band. It is located at the Good Times Marina in Houston. It is about an hour away from here. Good bands are going to be there. I think I want to go. But then again, I think I don't.

It's raining.

I'm washing all the sheets and pillow cases right now. They smell like mold. Mold is growing on everything. That may have something to do with my mood. My moldy mood is conducive to the blues. I should go to the benefit. Boogie Woogie piano playing makes me smile. "Queen of the 88s" is a good boogie woogie song.

The dryer is calling...