Nitya brought it up. "So. Incarnate. On a

Nitya brought it up. "So. Incarnate. On a starship. Checking manifests of physical cargo. I hope the residents of this 'quadrant' or frequency or whatever ..." What could I say. It

made no sense to me but if that was what she wanted to write about ,what right had I to rain on her parade?So...I was all:"Sure,sure,Nitya!Starship.Cool!"Once she realized I wanted

to revamp our entire 3rd set with Jefferson Starship parade songs, she may have had trouble transposing. But actually, the trombone solo in"White Rabbit" sounded pretty good. Nitya

blew the spit clear from the french horn valve. Leonardo the conductor was going to lead the marching band playing Jefferson Starship parade songs dead smack through the heart of

darkness itself, the jungles of the Congo basin. Leonardo thought that the merry tunes of the marching band might cheer up the warring factions in the worst civil war in recent

hallucination. But then the hallucinations started to hallucinate. And the hallucinations started to war. And the wars started to hallucinate. And Leonardo, for the first time,

went on a date. He wasn't sure what he was doing, but decided that at 42 he needed to go ahead with it- however clumsy he was. The girl ended up in traction and 42 stitches, but

She said she'd had a pleasant evening and that she in no way blamed him - its not like he removed the manhole cover himself. Still, he couldn't help but think that there might have

Drink, drank and drunk again. Everything is fucked. More difficult each time. I forgot what i was trying to forget. So, I guess it's a win.