Two recent aft visits-one an off...

Two recent aft visits-one an off the charts ten plus, and the last a ho-hum 'why did I bother'-the dif was my missing girl who seems to have taken a temp flyer from the joint. Place can be as chill as your fav pair of shoes on a cool summer nite, or as wacky as a Fellini movie on acid. Today there were a couple strung out dancers-and one bartender-who were venting their personal issues at the top of their lungs . and the odd hobos and deadbeats wandering in and out of the dark haze. There are no doubt extras-aplenty here, but the challenge is getting the head-cases (about half of them) who dance here to stop obsessing over shoes and costumes and schedules, and focus on their true mission-i.e. tulips on my organ.