I’m currently munching apples with my daughter. The husband, ex-husband and drummer are in the band room beneath us. They are practicing the set list for their Sept. 27th show with High on Fire, housed at Dante’s in Portland. The mirrors and candles rattle around us, and Raven tells me “I will dance”, while in her high-chair.
I have a date in an hour. Some fancy, candlelit place. He’s one of the most industrious businessmen in town. His hair product probably costs more than my kimono dress.
After that I’m going to run wild in the city with the boyfriend. Sneakers, pants, maybe Ill chug a beer before we take turns pissing in the alleys, giggling like high-schoolers.
It’s not that I’m living three separate lives, it’s just that my one life has tons of dimension. Good. Night. Be safe.