AZ's Diary of a Damned Man

Karlton created this Happy New Years Greeting from us to you. Will be with he and the lovely Natalie tonight, along with a lot of other friends and familars.

The next day I dropped by my POB where I found 2 boxes. 1 was a shipment of films from porn valley, the other a nice Xmas box from Ron Marks and within it’s contents a killer black and formfitting sweater.

Christmas Eve was a pretty good time. We pigged out like gluttons and drank a bottle of Stoli even though the subzero weather was unbearable and we had just come in from a walk from Tony's, result of Ang’s Mercedes getting an unfixable flat, with no spare on Xmas eve, with no place open to repair it, or as we would soon learn, needed to replace it. We laughed and brushed it off because it could have been, and was not, worse.

Xmas day, her father picked us up in his Mercedes Coupe. Yes no back seat which made it a tight fit. She managed to pop into the are behind the seats and we were off. I had not met or even spoken to this man yet, and his Greek accent and sense of humor and manner of observation, and it’s translation amused me.

We were dropped off at her sisters house and Ang borrowed her sister Jessie’s Mercedes, (seems like the families preference of transportation mode….eh?) and I was dropped off at BH’s parents house for what would follow to be a meal of mammoth proportions. We stared off snacking on home made goodies and then graduated to JUMBO and I mean J-U-M-B-O, shrimp. This I could not get enough of. BH gave me a really nice new black leather blazer for my birthday/Xmas present and I was thrilled. My old blazer has seen and wear the effects of father time and many winters, rock concerts and floors of America. He insisted I needed it to make an extra special impression in as Vegas, and it will indeed help. Dapper Zander is coming home.

His fam had arrived and we had very rare prime rib along with a lot of other food, with delicious cheesecake, and then played a round of cards. Ang called and came by to pick me up to go to her sisters, and Timmy’s, both of whom I had yet to meet. We made the introductions and as the girls went upstairs I hung out with their father, Timmy (who is Jessie’s fiancé), Harry, Jeremiah, Angelo and Gaston. All of them were Greek with the exception of Jeremiah who is native of India. We chatted, drank and laughed and I was in the middle of interesting accents the likes to which I had not yet been treated, as well as some interesting banter to which I’m not accustomed to upon meeting someone’s family the first time.

Hell with it we all got along. (I think)

We joined the others upstairs and talked for what seemed to be hours. A couple of the guys drove the ladies father back to the city so that Ang and I would not have to leave so soon, we stuck around had some more drinks, talked music, Andrew Dice Clay and South Park, and a few hours later Angie drove us back into the city in her fathers car and I slept like a rock.

Upon waking the next day we had some laughs at the expense of the happenings of Xmas Day and thus another one was behind me. I feel like I made some new friends and after we picked up Angie’s father and he dropped us off, we took our aggressions out on the all you can eat buffet at Ranalli’s which they kept open for over an hour past, so we could fill our bodies with their unique concoctions. And you wonder why I keep going back over there.

It’s Monday and a few companies are open, I can get back to the grind, prepare for Brett’s Pre-New Years Eve event, and Mikes New Years Eve Ball, and then I prepare for Las Vegas with my Krue. And this years Expo will be unlike any ever.

Thanks to all of you who were there for me again. And those who didn’t make it out in person, thanks for your cards, emails, and phone calls of kindness. Those of you who may not care, no offense, I don’t care either.

A BIG SLOPPY WET TONGUE KISS for those of you who are decent. And you may pick who you want me to get you that kiss from.

See you in 2005.

in the most simple philosophical way possible: you do have family. . .Family, in truth, is a matter of proximity and time. The people you are around the most start to become your family over time. Let me know if you need a sidekick.

Sincerely,
B "Wonder Boy" H

Now I'm pissed. Some fucking geek out there keeps trying to send me virus after virus and as my Norton software kicks in it freezes my PC and as I try to save the work I've been working on I lose it.

DAMN SHIT PISS FUCK CUNT COCKSUCKER MOTHERFUCKER. There I feel somewhat better.

Things are weird enough in my life that no matter when I feel as tough I've got a handle on it, something comes out of nowhere and surprises me. That's just how my life is and if anything I've learned to accept it. Though as much fun and exciting as the unexpected can sometimes be, other times it's just plain old freaky.

I think it was Ben Franklin or someone within his circles of that era who was quoted as saying " Nature has given woman so much power that the law has very wisely given her little." But as much as that NO LONGER reads true I do agree with another quote from Webster that goes, "Nothing is sooner drier than a woman's tears."

So reader, what the fuck is my point? I'm venting simply, but it is a big reason why I have not been with you recently.

Or you may blame her... a kinder, more gentle member of the species.

Then there is the slight mention the AVN Awards and Expo which is just around the corner, and when one appreciates girls the way Grego and I do, well you're right at home when the topic of conversation usually openly and explicitly deals with subject matter around anal sex, blow jobs, orgies and well, other unspeakable acts that usually make the mainstream, who obviously do not enjoy the sex act, cringe. Plus the women are more up-front, honest and if not barley clothed, completely naked. Hey, we pull no punches and neither do they. So could it be my excitement over being surrounded by the lovely ladies of the adult industry that is keeping me away from home and up late while at the same time, away from and out of the clubs?

Or is it something not as far away as in distance, or a little of both.

Lets say, for now, a little of both. Now onto Z-SPAN

About 10 days ago after my trip to the doctor I got a call on a cold Thursday evening as I lay in bed, sleeping pill taking affect, and dosing off, I answered. It was Ang, and she was Xmas shopping for her friend Aaron. She was hungry and I actually felt like getting out for a drink so we met and went to Tower and the to Ranalli's for food and spirits. After a couple quiet ones, we went to her car and she presented me with a belated birthday present. It was a badass coffee table book on comic book art. I was thrilled, so we shot back to the comforts of her lair and chilled quietly watching South Park and Jon Stewart on her Tivo.

Friday I came home changed and did a few things and then we went back to her place where we preceded to play the Doors Collection DVD rather loudly to the dismay of her neighbor, went to visit a friend of mine down the street and came back and played like 2 mad children. It was goofy, childlike and fun at the same time. It was release and that is a good thing.

Saturday came and Krzytoff the singer and my friend for BILE called. His band were playing the House Of Blues with Mushroomhead, Twisted Method and Dope. He asked me to come early since it was and early show and we could spend some time hanging out. He put me on the guest list plus 4 and we planned to meet up the following afternoon. Being I don't really care for the other bands it was bound to be a good time seeing them at the HOB again and hanging out and making it an early night. Yeah right. With those guys and myself it's never an early night.

So we did some running about and around 9PM or so went to her friends party where they do a gift swap and celebrate whatever it is that non traditional such as myself do this time of year. The party consisted of a rather small gathering of people unlike the massive insanely maniacal events I host or otherwise occasionally succumb to. I ate more than my share of sushi, to which by now you all know I'm a sucker for, and some other delicacies and indulged in some libations that were made for me or I made for myself. I had a great time and met some really cool and intelligent people. I feel as though I my have made a few more friends. There is something to be said about conversing with people who can speak on your own level. Agreeing on politics, not being offended by use of language and actually being able to bring something to a conversation is something that I, a guy whose work within the confines of rock n roll, and when not with the talent, is within a demographic between the ages 18-24. The proof is in the photos which will be up soon in AZ and fiends 2004.

So I woke up late Sunday, noon 09 and about flipped. BILE would be loading in at 1PM and I hadn't eaten, showered, changed or anything. So we sorta rushed and sorta took our time. I made contact with those who were to either ride w/ Ang and I or meet us HOB. To make a long story short, we sent a long time looking for parking, fought the harsh and bitter Lake Michigan Lake effect elements going into the venue. Met Tony at the bar, Dietrich and Melissa soon followed. The tickets weren't at will call yet, so I went upstairs and backstage. This is where I was told BILE had some trouble with weather in Cleveland and would not be appearing. So I gave my All Access pass to Tony, bid my friends and others Farwell and then we ended up eating at a wonderful Tapas Bar called Cafe Iberico downtown and it was refreshing, fulfilling and about as tasty if not superior to any other Tapas Cafe I've indulged in.

So as bummed as I was that would not get to see BILE at the House Of Blues again, and spend time with my friends in the band thus avoiding the paying public and people who are not quite who they think they are, or want to be, I still spent some quality time, sipped sangria and ate like the fucking PIG that I am.

So that's what I've been up to for the most part. No rock n roll of which to speak, the industry is pretty much shut down till Jan 4th and me, well, I'm going to spend tonight cooking chili and watching movies with a cool chick and some cool cats. But fear not reader, for I AZ will once again bring out my alter ego at RICHMA$ Thursday night. I hope to see you there. Once I struggle through the hardship that is known as Xmas, a time of year where people like Fonzie (see Happy Days Christmas episode) and I spend knowing we're alone. I will be out to play again on NEW YEARS EVE where Marazene are performing at a private party and you will either be invited, and see it first hand, or you will read about it here.

Talk to you soon. Till then be safe, party hard yet responsibly and live strong and shout at the devil. DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE!!!!!

Merry XXX MAS

Back in the early 90's I was living and working in Pittsburgh, a town I loved very much.However what I do not love is any sort or organized religion. PERIOD. And I do not put up boundaries when it comes to race, faith or lifestyle. Basically I'm a Natural Born Rebel with a cause, and that cause is to defy authority, break down the walls that separate us and pray to the great God of Rock N Roll. I don't believe in a Christian God, an like many others believe that it is the biggest reason for war and the blame of genocide. back in PA my best friend Mike and I had birthdays 2 weeks before Xmas, yet we didn't really celebrate our birthdays in the popular manner. We did and still do things our own way.

However, our friends were of many different races and religious backgrounds, and we were friends because none of us EVER pushed our beliefs on the others. We were part of a fine organization known as the Delta Helter Skelter.
We had a Jewish guy, a Chinese guy, a catholic, a pagan or two, a couple black dudes, and Syrians, Arabs and others of middle eastern decent. (Not to mentions skaters, punk rockers, homos and skin heads.) And the one thing that allowed society to separate us, as it likes to do, is organized religion and the way we celebrate the invisible man (or woman). Note: we didn't for whatever reasons have any Mexicans in Pittsburgh at the time.

So Mike and I in our ultimate wisdom and being far too humble to say "hey fuckers, lets have a big birthday party and charge $5 and make you all fell like you need to buy us presents. WHOOOO HOOOO It's our birthdays we're awesome." Nope, we figured if there was one thing we all celebrated it was friendship, and no matter what religion you are for the most part, chances are you celebrate with Alcohol. Hell, the clusterfuck of friends we had united celebrated alcohol regularly anyway, Thus it was born. Alc O Holiday, unofficially Mike and mines birthday bash, but most of all a reason to get all of us together, play loud music and get fucked up.

So here it was 12/12/2004 and my 40th birthday. I had been a publisher for 10 years and worked in the entertainment industry in one manner or another for the last half of my life, if not earlier.And in that time you meet a lot of people and learn by trial and error how to get things done. And this evening at 6PM Jeff and I entered the darkroom at 2210 W Chicago Ave to find I LOVE RICH and MARAZENE 2 of my personal favorite local bands setting up. We dragged in the music I was to play and all the giveaway items to the DJ booth and began the celebration 2 hours before a single paying soul would enter the venue. I remarked to Jeff after we loaded in that it should remind him of the old days, and it did indeed. He was there for Alco O Holiday all the way up to 1997. Then he got married and I moved not to meet again till 2003.

Sound check was done and the bar was filling up and I was feeling, well, I was feeling as though it may very well be my birthday. What I'm saying is that if I was going to turn 40 I was doing it like a rock star. And I was already on my way. Angie arrived alone and her cousin and "wife?" came with, and this Dino guy her cuz was easily identifiable as a bartender because he played the role of my personal tender. When my Makers and Diet Coke got low or empty I turned around in the DJ booth to find one that was full.

Yesterday at 830 AM my dear friend Angie picked me up and drove me to my health clinic. I was feeling worse than I have in a long time. I didn't know if it was the flu, or what. I spent the morning in the clinic where a replacement for my vacation Dr. George Michael (no shit) gave me good news and bad news. The good news was that I lost exactly 20 pounds since my last visit 10 weeks ago, which for a person with High Blood Pressure is one of the most important factors. I knew I dropped a few but having not weighed myself since, I didn't know exactly where I was at. The bad news was my BP was extremely high and they increased the dosage. (I hadn't taken my mediation in a few weeks and I should know better) the other bad news was that I was dehydrated. That explains my incredibly unbearable painful leg cramps which contributed to my lack of sleep. (partially) .

This would explain the lack of updates on the site. Angie took me to her place and nursed me back to heath. Today I feel like I'm as close to 100% as anyone in my condition could be.

I louche, you louche, we all louche together!

We shot over to NEO to pick up a check and then got back to Logan where we dove back into the same old song and dance.

Then came Saturday and it was the morning of my birthday party at Ranalli's but I had to meet some friends first. As we dropped by my mailbox where I picked dup a box some 80 pounds which I believed was porn to giveaway, along with some other goodies. We then dropped the goods off at my place, we shot by Ranalli's at 12 noon where I saw my pal Jason aka Sex On Wheelz sitting at the corner. I jumped out of my hosts Mercedes and ran through traffic as it wasn't even there diagonally across the intersection, had a pair of clippers in had running and shaved off a part of Jason's hair do. (his favorite scene from jackass the Movie I might add) Jason had traveled 5 hours from Indy by train, which I should explain was an hour drive from his home outside of Indy at 530 AM to hang out with me for one night.

Angie parked her vehicle, unphased, and met our dumbasses inside. We ordered a round of 1/2 yards and some raw calamari and Angie joined the Beer Mafia. Afterwards we said farewell to Angie and we were off to eat at a B.Y.O.B. Sushi restaurant, where the help looks as good as the sushi is. Then Jason started feeling the effects of his travel and the long day. He'd been through a lot to get here, a six hour commute and then a cab ride. So I put him to rest and then the phone rang. It was Jeff Brown the very first assistant editor for MK and my former roomie. He drove a lowriding classic Dart all the way from Indy just after work. He pulled a 12 hour shift on Friday and had to six hours Saturday morn and drove here directly afterwards. Another friend showing his true colors. Jeff had parked his beast about 2 miles from where I was and was walking. I asked him to meet me at a local tavern where we could chat and allow Jason to sleep. I unpacked the 80 pound box to a bunch of smaller boxes filled with lube from Wet. It was too funny and would prove to become even funnier as the afternoon and evening progressed into my 930PM birthday party at Ranalli's. I met Jeff at the location and we began tossing the lube which was packed neatly into smaller sample packets in small burlap type bags with tiny drawstrings. We gave them to all the prettygirlies and to people on the street and it was funny.

Around 9PM we woke up Jason and worked our way down to Ranalli's where they were ready. They had a ton of food out and the party kicked in. I could not believe everyone who showed up and paid their $25 plus tip to attend and show their love and support to yours truly who would turn 40 years of age at the strike of midnight. The crows was a virtual who's who of the Chicago music scene including bands, fans, TV personalities, actors, as well as friends new and old. I cannot wait till I get all of the photos from this thing. Even a lot of the employees of Ranalli's took the night off in order to attend. The longer it went the louder we were, most of all myself. I gathered a few cool gifts my favorite material item was a killer clock that Karlton had made with 2 ViXXXens, on a blue background, with the MK logo and the red lipstick ViXXXens logo. And it was surrounded by a heavy silver metal frame. Other than that I cannot say more than anything that I never felt so good to be surrounded by so many great people. There were 50 attendees or more in total. Ranalli's must have raked in a small fortune, but the most fortunate was me. I felt like the luckiest guy ever. The company was incredible and around 2AM about 30 of us cut line at NEO and went in for the DIE WARZAU release party which I was co-sponsoring. Things were very hazy at this point and I guess Ang and I got into a cab and went to her pad, because it's where I woke up to wonder "Where the hell were Jeff and Jason?" As we found later they tried my place, I wasn't there so they were forced to rent a suite for $175 for a place to sleep at the Days Inn since they were out of regular rooms. Now that's true friendship. We convened later for the brunch buffet at Ranalli's since I figured that was where they would know to find me. Sooner than later they arrived as we were loading out plates and they did not complain a bit, not a word of it.. Jeff looked fine, but Jason looked like he and his wheelchair were hit by the Green Goblins flyer as well as a few pumpkin bombs.

After that we all went to my place and loaded up with giveaways, part in Jeff's Dart and part in Angie's Mercedes and we drove to her place to hang out for the remainder of the afternoon. Jason grabbed a cab back to the bus station as Jeff and I made up for the years gone by and chatted in Angie's kitchen. At sometime prior to 6PM we shot over to The Darkroom, where Alc O Holiday was to be held. It was early, the bands were loading in and things were about to get....KRAZY!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was starting to feel the effects of the 15 degree weather, the wear and tear, the leg cramps, backaches, and my immune system winding down.

TO BE CONTINUED

I do want to take this space to thank my old friends who traveled fro out of state, spent their money and time to give me a helluva 40th birthday bash, the staff at Ranalli's and to everyone who sacrificed a Saturday night to spend it with me and the group of deviants who call themselves my friends.

My hat off to all of your continued support, loyalty and love. I love you all back. And sorry I couldn't spend more quality time with you all, but DAMN we packed that place!

And to the few of you who missed it, well, you missed it.

When I get caught up I'll report further and have photos posted soon. I know it seems like I dropped off the face of the earth the last few days and nights, but I basically was faced with an offer I could not refuse. And I have no regrets. I hope you can say the same my dear.

Going to Ranalli's , stylin, profilin
Growlin, and smilin, we sit up front cause it doesn't matter
The pizza is done, and we're havin' fun
And it's fly, cause the barkeep tonight is Eli
We order our drinks, appetizers we think, Lets just get the sampler platter.

Our dates come walkin in, we greet them with a grin
Tonight their pictures go up on the wall
Pourin' em, and drinkin' em
We shoot a sly wink at them
Our ladies drink here cause they know thats where we are

I'm going to Ranalli's, Ranalli's, Ranalli's
I'm going to Ranalli's - yea y'all, I don't think so
I'm going to Ranalli's, Ranalli's, Ranalli's
I'm going to Ranalli's

I'm going to Ranalli's, shakin 'em, bakin 'em
Takin up lotsa spots where our cartel is hung
Steve says hi from the back, swears he never has smoked crack
The phone keeps ringin, his work is never done

Too much Jackson on the juke, the only thing that makes me puke
Someday I swear they'll hire me as DJ
So like 5 long haired retards, we keep on drinkin yards
I need some more points, because as mafia kingpin I am number one

I'm going to Ranalli's, Ranalli's, Ranalli's
I'm going to Ranalli's - no man I don't think so
I'm going to Ranalli's, Ranalli's, Ranalli's
I'm going to Ranalli's..

I'm going to Ranalli's crusin it, boozin it,
Afta ya', Beer Mafia, we're usin' it up
Their yards - tall, Fees - small
She said, she likes, the Panzerotti
They pour me a martini, we say hi to Linguini
as the waiter brings out the manicotti

Now I thought I drank fast, but this girl was faster
She's lookin for a real good time
I said, "Close your eyes, I got a surprise,"
and they brought us out a bottle of white wine

As the band loaded in and set up Donna and her friend went out to grab another and Paul and I came to my place and picked up a tap. When we got back the police were coming out because the guy next door was crying about the drums. The police didn't mind and just told them to be done by midnight. Seems this guy is a pain in everyone's ass, except for his wife, who if he would have been tending to would not be whining about the drums.

All of my people showed up, Marazene boys and their dates, Kevin, Blake and 2 babes, and many more. Angie got there shortly after midnight and we all made a bunch of new friends and good friends became better acquainted.

Around 2:30 AM or so I made arrangements for everyone to converge at NEO and we met a bunch of other people there and I rode with Angie and I think we must have gotten lost somewhere because we were later than the others, and there was a weird buzzing noise coming from somewhere in her car, which turned out to be pretty funny.

Then the night, morning and next day got very interesting.

NiKK and Dietrich arrived about midnight and by 1 we were at the club waiting for 3 strippers who were meeting them. I got a total of 8 people in and we ordered drinks. I ran into an old friend, someone pretty close to me by association. She was fine, the boys left and I stayed behind to rap with her and Dann and the krue, as my fiends opted for Exit. Well the next thing I know she was a total wreck. I had to take care of her,and get home by 4:30 when I knew my boys and their female counterparts would be waiting. THANKS TO DANN, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! I got her home, in bed and I was back to my place just to catch my fiends and the chix as they were waiting for my arrival.

We actually didn't hang long and being we have an event this evening the after hours was short and sweet.

Like a flash of light in an endless night
Life is trapped between two black entities
'Cause when you trust someone
Illusion has begun
No way to prepare
Impending despair

Did one say so cruel
'Tis better to love than lose
Ignorance is bliss
Wish not knew your kiss
So many times been burned
This lesson goes unlearned
Remember desire only fuels the fire
Liar!

Betwixed birth and death
Every breath regret
I pity the living
Envy for the dead
Emotionally stunned
In defense - I'm numb

I'd rather not care then to be aware
Be scared

I don't need love

Are a thousand tears worth a single smile?
When you give an inch, will they take a mile?
Longing for the past but dreading the future
If not being used, well then you're a user and a loser

World reknowned failure at both death and life
Given nothingness, purgatory blight
To run and hide, a cowardly procedure
Options exhausted, except for anesthesia

I don't feel anything

Wednesday night as usual I met Paul and Marc Osorno at BW3. Patty took good care of us as always as we did out best to ignore the drunks getting into college basketball. We filled our guts, talked about broads and B flicks and like I said, did our best to ignore the drunks getting into the game. Patty was really busy but did her best to amuse us and we hung out for a lot longer than usual talking shop.

Beauty and the Beast at the House Of Blues

Hence last night. 745 PM I arrive at the Briar Street Theatre, meet the petite and equally beautiful Jenn for a fulfilled 2 hour set of Blue Men Group. This, with the exception of the AVN Expo is the GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH. and the minute I heard they revamped the gig, I had to get tix. My original plan Curi disappeared so Jenn was the obvious choice, (wagging cigar, "oh what a choice!"). We lauged to tears in every literal sense, LAUGHED and rocked out. Blue Men are the fucking bomb and I knew that Jenns talent and artistic savvy would appreciate such a spectacle. I could hear her laughter over everyone else's.

So, we went to Ranalli's where she became "Barracuda Soprano" the latest entry to the Beer mafia and her photo is "for now" Zandwiched between Jimmy "the Gent" Conway and myself. And by my own and Rich's admission, she is the most godammned cutest photo on our wall of shame, blame, fame and game. Very fucking cute. HEAR ME!

After a few introductory yards and confessions, ( I tend to talk a lot about my ma' these days) we ended up at NEO where we drank, danced and pranced, Everyone was in awe over seeing me in a suit and tie, and my companion was in a tan / flesh toned suede ensemble. We were anti-NEO but at the same time embraced all of it's decadence with grand debauch. For some reason there was a lot of girl to girl kissing going on in my presence, not really a bad thing. Seems someone was getting turned on by it. Not me mind you. The only tite it turns me on when girls are kissing oneanother, is when I'm in the middle. And I cannot refute the call of the Cult when played at that decibel. Lil Devil it was, she was, and I am. And my nigga' Afra was in da haus. He had a lovely gothic lass on his arm and we got stupid as usual.

Ran into Ang and we rapped a bit and for some reason she believes I ditched her. I'm a bad boy, a very bad boy.

This morning my hands bear the reminisce of vanilla. But that's all. And to think it was a school night.

Did I ever tell you reader that, this chick can handle her booze, well and knows how to party!

Hope you're reading this and laughing, though I know you have better things to do.

Speaking of tiny.

Earlier in the day I had a chat with Elizabeth Starr www.elizabethstarr.com, she was preparing to shoot a scene and we did a qucik interview and kept in touch. Turns out she's very bright and has a real hold on her company. I look forward to seeing her and Kevin in Las Vegas. I'm also thrilled that I'll be seeing Taylor Wane again and possibly my sweet lil Stacy Burke.

This was almost a reverse process of the night Afra and I first met in person. We decided that night that we would call each other "my nigga'" something that sounds more acceptable coming out of a Pakistani than a long haired whit guy such as myself. But after people see we are cool to it, the shock wears off and we carry on. We had worked together for a couple of years through MINISTRY being that he is their webmaster, and met in-person at a Johnny Walker tasting event at the Hard Rock Hotel downtown. We later ended up at Ranalli's and then Kelsey's. Rich gave us some pizza, as usual, and we downed our half yards in the typical fashion. After Ranalli's we hit NEO which was hosting, to our horror, an all Roxy Music theme night. So imagine the crowd if you would. It was less than lively. Not exactly the most jolly group of yanks.

I had enough hugged Afra left and said goodnight to Dakota more or less and went back home.

Today is bright, yet brisk, I'm still sore from my fall and need to go out for a walk and strech. The only thing on the horizon is BLUE MEN GROUP tomorrow night. Something to look forward to.