The Opposite of Evil?

This is a bit of a story, so hang in there.

So, I've having a sight unseen Internet date at French Roast, 11th St at Sixth Av. One pm. I arrive. I get a table by the door. Date is late. Other woman, comes in, older than date, VERY HOT. Comes right up to me. " Hi, are you waiting for me?" - with a very appealling I want to sit here smile. I say, well, I actually am expecting someone - and she goes "Oh, you have an appointment, so do I!" My God, she was hot. Maybe 55, but didn't look a day over 40. So I go, why not sit down there, pointing to the next table. You know how close the next table is in New York.

So before my date comes we talk. and talk and talk. She's not American, she's european. She lived in Paris. She draws naked models. I instantly got her phone number. No bra, plenty of exposure. She stayed and smile as my date came. Thank God my date more then held her own. I will, I'm sure see my date in the future. I go to see older woman today, at 1pm. Her place.

Not what you think! You dogs. We are going to the galleries together. I have to sell my movie, which Remy Weber - keyboardist for the Teenage Prayers- says is not a movie, and hence will not sell as a movie. It is a work of art, for galleries. So off I go. He can be my business manager. He has good instincts. Plus, he knows all the people who sell their "movies" in the galleries.

Then I play music tonight with Chris on the sax. After that, I have to go to the Stain Bar, everyone is invited, in Brooklyn, to hear my friend Chiam's band, Benecio and the Del Toro's.

Do you really think we will make it to the galleries?