Last night, in the middle of white pizza with broccoli, greek salad and "serious conversation," Kelly with her cute new haircut, called and signed Ryan up to play open mic at the Acoustic Cafe in Fairfield. His first extra-Florida performance. The place was cool and cozy and the drinks went down smooth. A kid with the shaggiest head said: "This next song is an instrumental... it's called 'Knob'."
Kelly met three Steves in three minutes.
We talked about Duperglop, Maryland.
And sandwiches made For By elves.
Ryan was loud and crisp and good.

It was one of my New Year's resolutions to write in this thing more. Again even. I'm not so good with resolutions. I even started a list of resolutions and didn't finish it. One of them was: Finish Things. See I'm not so good with resolutions. But here I am, and the Year is still New. And I have no idea how to start this thing again.

It's 2005. Old news I know but... It's 2005.