Marlon Brando died last night. he was eighty years old, so good for him. nothing to mourn there. just celebrate the man and the legend. He was one of the Beatles; that's for sure.

When reading about the Brando antics over the last twenty or thirty years, just some crazy stuff, one wonders... is that going to be inevitable for us? to get that loony and over the top in our own lives. Of course I'm thinking this in this Cuban bar. It’s a Friday night. the place is packed with partiers taking in the end of the week. large groups of smiling nine to five faces. But me I'm not nine to five. So Friday doesn’t mean as much when you're working around the clock, making your own hours. ALWAYS making it happen, rather than just punching a clock for another paycheck. I've had both. they both have their plusses and minuses. But I digress. So I'm alone and sitting at this little table drinking mojitos, smoking Cuban cigars, and typing on my laptop. Just me and the laptop. People must think I'm fucking mad. Who is that freak over there typing away with that cigar dangling out of his mouth? [The waitresses here are all ugly. I will have to drink a lot to see outer beauty in them. although I'm sure they are very nice.]

After hearing of Brando’s passing, I am thinking to myself, and not revealing it to anyone, ‘am I already insane? ‘Brando insane? Perhaps I just don't know it yet. already displaying many of the sociopathic, hermitic qualities.’’ The truth is that we were supposed to be on tour in Europe by now. So this is borrowed time. I had no plans for tonight. figured I would be in the UK. So here I sit in a bar smoking and drinking and typing madly. In a crowded bar but somehow completely isolated from the rest of the patrons. Rattling off a few one-liners. Week’s worth of crap floating around up there. feels good to let the week out, even if it is entirely imaginary. [did you know that the days of the week Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday come from the Druid names of gods? Yes, still studying Great Britain history.]

I'm off to some remote location tomorrow. I have no idea where. I will log on. Book a flight to somewhere and take off for the weekend by myself. Just get the hell out of dodge to do some exploring. I can’t be sure but I get the feeling that I cannot be here for the fourth of July. with everything going on in America right now, it just doesn’t feel right. the cheapest foreign locale is where I'm headed. Anywhere but America.

O.k. so where were we? It is hot as hell in Miami Beach these days. I've seen it clocked at a hundred and four the past few days. soaking wet hot. But I'm not a writer and I will not waste my time attempting to write about things like the weather. On with the real story.

Girls popping up everywhere. everyday a new girl coming in. And me, I'm left with the options: Play the game or hold out for number one. number one feels close now. really close. Girls just coming from everywhere. which is a good sign. I take that mean that she is close. ??? what do I mean by that? not sure.

Studying the history of Great Britain. Wow. Fascinating. Really fucking fascinating. Humanity itself. Being half English, I would conjecture a bit biased on this. but still. a remarkable read.