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On one of the chalkboards outside the bar:

In tonight’s presentation of “Unflattering Roles”, all of the actors appear as themselves

A Scottish man who had come in with AG (she’s always picking up weirds and strays) made the mistake of engaging me and kd in a discussion of the role of the US in the world. He got his ass kicked (verbally, of course) by the American birds.

Tim brought out the notes he had made a couple of nights before when he could not get to sleep because a nullifying theory of physics had just suddenly come into his head. We discussed it, Nelson, Tim and I, and its tangent ideas: perpetual exchange of motion from the positive to the negative and the negative to the positive, yin & yang.

Nelson told a story about a baby playing in the mud. When his mother was telling him to stop eating the mud, she made him open his mouth. She looked inside his mouth, gasped and hesitated for a moment, and then said, “You can close your mouth now, my lord Krishna.” Inside the baby’s mouth, Krishna had shown her the entire universe.

Nelson drunkenly played his saxophone – he was fabulous.

Two monks walked into the bar. They weren’t really monks, they were just two stragglers from a Brummie stag party dressed as monks.

The next night at St Nick’s when the waitress came over to take orders for drinks, Monkey asked for 2 grams of coke, some ecstasy, and “Do you have any tar heroin?”