I Am The Lone Wolf

jenny is out of town for a few days, so i am the lone wolf. ok, wait a minute, that isn’t right: i have my trusty cat, max by my side, but even he runs for cover when i start showing my fangs. the lone wolf feeling started to seep in after the dust settled. here’s what happened when the fur was flying:
friday i made noise on the sidewalk for local life, and handed out fliers for beep goes the weasel. saturday i joined chris mull at the river market where we played guitars in the shade and made a few bucks. we also made a new friend (dan) who plays a killer banjo! we are calling ourselves motel mancini and hoping for the best. this morning i took an aspirin for muscle pain, went to church, and played songs by tom waits, dawes, and talking heads.