Moon in Scorpio (along with Mars & Venus)
I found a warning, and I was going to add it to the fine print, but I’m not sure I wanted to use it for that long. Too good to pass up, though, “WARNING! Astrologer under pressure. Contents may explode.”
I got headed home, and I was thinking about an REK song, one of those tunes that used to be cool, but overplayed on the radio, and attracting a more “pop” crowd, sort of kills the song. But it really happened… “reached into my pocket, pulled out two twenties and ten, feels so good, feeling good again…”
I was trying to decide whether or not to wear the same jeans I’ve been wearing for the last week, and I decided go ahead as it looked rainy and damp-like, so instead of getting a fresh pair of pants splattered with mud and pizza, just go for the old ones. I reached into the pocket, and I pulled out two twenties and a ten.
Alamo Drafthouse had a special going, Robert Rodriguez’s first big film break, that cult classic, “El Mariachi.” Starring no one I know. Done in Mexican with English subtitles. The Alamo has a pizza – I think it’s linked to this very film – called “El Mariachi,” which is hamburger, jalapenos, and lots of red salsa. Muy good.
Perfect match, too. I got to thinking about it, the movie, and wondering if it’s a lot like Hamlet or that Scottish Play, you know, lots of bodies at the end. Lots of bodies. That’s a good thing, I think.
Besides, I’m sure the body count matched the pizza. Afterwards, we all trooped over to Halcyon’s for coffee and discussion. Anything else you read about me, or my behavior is nothing but lies, pernicious lies.
