AUGUST 8, 1988. SACRAMENTO, CA
Monday night, 11:00 PM, Carrow's Diner. Just ordered a Mexicali omelet and water. There's yelling going on in the kitchen: “If I’m going to cook for you I expect chef’s wages.”
No non-smoking section at the counter.
Someone just sat down behind me who is FLIPPIN’ out. He took a beer out of a bag and popped it. People are staring. He's staring back. Getting tense...
Gotta take a tape to Steve M. for more songs to learn. 'Magical Moon' was a good one. Need more like that.
Ice on a new filling. Hot water on sunburned skin. These are a few of my favorite things.
Sign at the cash register: TAKE A WHOLE PIE HOME
Need to buy a new notebook tomorrow.