A Weekend Update

A Day of My Life. The Finale will be up in the coming days, but it's something I need to give a little time to.  More Days of Other Lives will be the follow up, and it's sure to be shockingly unbelievable.  The first subject of the followup is a man named Thamson Lilly, the frivolous spectator of the smallest bullfighting ring in the United States. Bloody, it truly is, and organized, it truly is not, but sporting, Thamson guarantees it is seductively sporting and that's the sole reason he's fallen in love with it.  The money and the fame do nothing for Thamson Lilly's spirit, they do nothing to fuel his appetite for life.  And, although, the bull ring is located in the cornfields of Iowa, cut with the blades of bayonets one hundred years ago.  He promises to take me, to introduce me to his kingdom - I hope, but I don't expect.  I ask Thamson Lilly why, then, he left, but he never answers. His only responses are a shrug or a wilted wink, followed quickly by a new subject - tobacco, liquor, tigers, karaoke, transvestites. It's always something different.  

The weekend is here. I am currently in Los Angeles, California.  Tonight, the winds will pick up, it's certain they will. We might prepare with some forethought and wear a best, thin jackets out into the night, but it's not likely.  Crying, crass girls, unchecked, uninspired performances floundering in the liquor rooms of this large city - that's how I predict it will happen.  Tomorrow, we head north to Santa Barbara.  The most beautiful stretch of the entire California coast, in my opinion. The nearest thing to an European Riviera we can hope for.   A rodeo. A rodeo is what calls us North - that's what made me think of Thamson.  He'd love to see the rodeo, but, judging from the endless tales of bloody battles, I'm sure his expectations would only be undercut by the wire-infused ropes of middle country cowboys and the jubilant jigs of haloed clowns. Brave clowns are the only thing between these raucous roosters and death - what glory.