Make Luck

Dear Diary,

I figure you gotta make your own luck. Here in Bath I abandoned the idea of trying to get gigs and went to sit down by the river. I spied a Kingfisher and played awhile, where the acoustics are good. I am now pretty heavily sozzled and after having encounters with various tramps, I realise that life could be a lot worse.

One time I was playing for the Kingfisher and an Indian woman tried to give me some money, I told her I was mainly interested in playing to the flowers, but she pressed the coin into my palm: I wasn't going to complain. I'm late for my bus but I just don't care. I'll get there, eventually. All in good time. Suppin' on a bottle of strong brew (well, 8% the usual) I should be saving my money for more bus fare, but rationalise the situation by thinking "I've enough, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." Wherever it is, I can get there, one way or another. It don't mean a thing. Adiaphora. Stay On the Flex Maxy. The rain is comin' in.

Mxx