Viva Cantina

            I had a gig at Viva Cantina last night. I had never played there before. The place butts up against the Los Angeles Equestrian Center. There were horses parked in the back and the smell of manure was prevalent. At times I thought I was in Texas. There were kids wearing cowboy hats, and men walking through the bar with spurs on their boots. The wait staff was nice and the restaurant fed us well. I was paid more than expected. All and all it was an interesting night. 

A Doozy

            I met a woman yesterday at a local café. She was an attractive woman. I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone, so I was a little surprised when I found myself talking to her.

Somehow through the course of our conversation she told me that a friend in her inner circle confided that he was hired to kill her. I didn’t ask why. I played it off as everyday conversation. It wasn’t any of my business, or was it what I wanted to hear while making friends. I started looking over my shoulder. That’s all I need I thought.

            I said good-bye to the woman as soon as the opportunity presented itself. As first impressions go, that was a doozy.   

Not Once, But Twice

            Can a man die twice? Richard Dawson the famed host of Family Feud did in my mind. The first time he died was in the nineties, I thought I read about his death in the obituaries. I stored it away in my memory bank and was convinced he was dead. He hadn’t made any public appearances, or was he visible to me in anyway, so imagine my surprise when I read he died the second time. How can that be? I thought he was already dead? It turns out he wasn’t. Reality is a tricky thing my friends, and in this instance death came not once, but twice.