Out front of Jacks, Thunder Bay 8pm

I met Elvis tonight. At least he assured me 4 times that he looked like Elvis (Presley I assume). He is 'not gay.' He is definitely 'not a fag or nothin.' In fact he happens to be a 'real fuckin man!' A little self-assured punch to his chest and a nod made me pretty aware of that. He is 'very, very lonely' though. (Fags are gay anyway.) Hhmm. Thunder Bay. Elvis opened his blue trousers after he told me all this and took a big ol' pee right there outside of the front door of the bar. He had to pee! What?! Real men CAN pee on the streets. I think the weird thing was the reaction. No reaction. No reaction? Certainly not from me. I know about men and their masculane need to have a nice piss. The door girl didn't seem to mind too. (You're O.K. in my books Angie). She said nothing and simply smiled at me as I walked back inside as though the Main drag in T.B. accomodates urine and random Elvis'.

The show was weird too.

I picked up Cuff The Dukes new album. GET IT!!