Black Sabbath

Black Sabbath. Tonight, the Alamodome, in San Antonio. A couple of readings in the afternoon, and I’m good to go. Late last night, meandering back from an evening repast and some country music, I had a chance encounter with a friend, while he was waiting at a bus stop. “Dude, Kramer man, this is so PHAT!” I don’t think I liked being called fat, I mean, enough of my friends have told me that the extra weight looks good on me. That dog. I also heard from an old friend in Phoenix last night. It was too cool to hear from the old side of things. I wonder if they all look as old as I do now.