In my concern for what it may have been in the bottom of the french press I upended it by the handle and the carafe fell into the basin of the kitchen sink breaking into large, jagged pieces. I broke my friend's coffee maker. For shame, for shame I am grinding my red eyes and wishing I was not so stupid sometimes. The water was boiling, the coffee was ground and all I had to do was put it in there. But, no I had to break the damned thing. No coffee, feel like a dumb ass, chafed and sleep deprived. I asked for it I suppose, to be let out of the work detail for a couple of days. I forgot how to operate in the real world. Days and days of buying coffee makes a man stupid between the ears and clumsy with his hands.
  I played in Boise recently at the birthday party of a good friend. It was just me and Mike Stewart and Keith Langford. But we ripped it up pretty good. Folks were dancing and having a real good time. Once it got dark it got perty hard to see what we were playing.
  Yesterday we played Pickathon music festival. I did a songwriting workshop for a room full of folks. It was great to just sit there and play songs, answer questions and talk about what I love to do. The voice was a bit rough from  previous shows with The Gourds. But, I did all right.
   Our show later with the Shinyribs band was really cool. Again, Me, Mike and Keith played for half an hour on a little stage, while another band set up on the big stage. We ripped it up and I think surprised a lot of people.
   One day yer on a stage and can do no wrong, the next day you are breaking yer friend's coffee maker. What a bone head.