Dark was the night, Willie Johnson moaning and sliding in tandem - black lightning shoots from his fingers illuminating a bright mind. I don't play music, I work text and markup magic to make spaztext. An interior experience to make and consume. So I listen to these songs, and I wonder, can you hear my keystrokes?

At least I have strong hands, that's what she said. That was gratifying. I'm a small muscle athlete I replied. Then I wondered, maybe martial arts is making me stronger.

I had to leave, couldn't stay over. It felt nice, being that close. But I had to call India before the end of business hours on Monday. Driving down four California freeways, I had women pinned to many offramps and exits.