prayer

Tonight I went to an open mic at Mondo Bizzaro. I was invited by my friend A, the one I saw last night too. She's in town for a short time only. She's driving home thought the night. I hope she's safe.

Erik and I are working hard on our respective scoring projects. I'm being trained like mad. I haven't gotten to live scoring yet.

Tonight while I was at the cafe with A, before the open mic began, my best friend called. I left the cafe--I actually went out back on the patio so I could hear her. People were smoking cloves back there, and the smell brought back memories.