Happy Lizard Day, ladies and gentlemen. I woke up feeling slightly blue and stepped out on the porch and sat on the chair to watch the shrubbery come alive with little green heads and secret movement. Sunshine and warm decking and warped smooth wood… I saw a head poke up by a stump down by the road and I approached it cautiously to discover a skink fully the length of my forearm! He backed away at first, and then deciding I wasn’t toooo big a threat, he ran into the bushes over my toe. Ah… sweet, sweet lizardy contact.
Why was I blue, you may ask?
Cause we had an awesome gig last night, that’s why. We played the Sweet and Savory Cafe and made friends and got paid well AND in bread. Sweet, sweet cinnamon and raison bread.
And you still ask why I was blue?
Because the hole in my guitar has been rebirthed. God DAMN it. The tips in the jar did NOT add up to the couple of hundred dollars I’d need to replace my Seagull, or even the hundred fifty or so I’d need to fix it. God DAMN it. I’ve got some letters to write.
Thank goodness for lizards.
