Remember St. Anthony, the patron saint of lost and found (I forgot who's the patron of tiefs)? Well, I went to St. Anthony of Padua School for 8 years! I think he has had a ball hiding things from me over the years.


Yesterday I went outside to board up the broken window after the robbery.


I couldn't find my hammer, so I grabbed a hatchet and some nails.


Couldn't find my ladder, so I stood on my bar stool.


I had to move a windsurfer mast out of the way and as I did, rainwater that had bee collecting inside re-rained down on my head just as one of the legs of the bar stool broke thru a
sinkhole in my garden.


So there I was, dripping wet, teetering on a bar stool with a hatchet in one hand and nails in the other.


It was a circus moment. I must keep finding the humour.


The Police here are incompetent and lazy. I just got off the phone with Dell Computers reporting the theft and they could not have been more helpfull. We needed the case number from the cops so I called them.


Day say dat Da Offica dat do dat...she gone fo da day and she von be back till Monday!


IIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!


I think the Lord is testing me for being faithless. Sunday night after my Paradise Island gig I was propositioned by a Jamiacan hooker. That's not unusual. What was unusual was that she was drop dead gorgeous.


I told her I wasn't so much worried about getting robbed again as I was having her put the final nails in my coffin.


Oh Lord Why does thou test me so?


So now I'm trying to focus what's left of my energy to do these last commisssions so that I can spend Christmas in Baltimore and New Years in North Hampton Mass. with Spirithouse.


Til later. Plenty Love,


Tooloose