All-county shuffle and waffle

Phone calls out of the blue are excellent enticers for following flow. From Little River to Little Haiti and somewhere in between I felt warmth and honesty and found out about an alarming trend that should be monitored by some kind of watchdog agency. If you start seeing a whole bunch of pasty white kids running around with a friar's bald spot and nicotine patches -- report them to the nearest authority! These are the "seeds" of Zachariah Seeder, a man who until yesterday I only thought of as a "nice, decent white dude with literary credentials." Boy was I mistaken. This man is a "seed" spreader and he justifies it with alarmingly complex and rather dross explanations on biology and the male reproductive/psychological/god-given right to, well, spread seeds. I was terrified. I've enjoyed a little seeding here and there but must confess I'm seldom overcome with the "need to seed" every fourteen minutes or so at "plantation" levels. Is his stamina and devotion something to look upon with admiration? Don't be fooled ladies. Don't be fooled by his chiseled waist size, don't be fooled by his "all-knowing" glasses, don't be fooled into playing the plot of land.
In any case though, last night's Jazz Jam at Churchill's was pretty good and there was as large a crowd as either Patti or I had ever seen on a Monday. But if anybody knows why Stop Miami was closed last night, please tell me -- I was looking forward to downing something red and tannic but found locked doors. After Churchill's we headed on down to Pizzeria Rustica on the Beach and got a nice complimentary view of a young Latina's ass-crack while we sat outside and Patti and Seeder split a square, loaded-chicken deal. Little River at five in the morning is eerily quiet and I do hope the owners of Max's Marina finally get the PA working so I can go check out some bands.
What? This went on too much like a "journal entry?" Didn't I promise -- rather, swear in 1993 that I would never, ever keep a journal? You're right. So let's end it here with some poetics: to brilliant eternity, flowering with guilt...