Good times at the heart of it

My roommate David Fuchs is a bassist. See him? He's been playing a little with Peh Daled, a funky Jew band from the States who are here for a few weeks. He asked if they could jam a little here at the trailer. I came home, and there was a little party going on, hookah-smoking, cake and vodka, and a steady flow of fellas drawn to the music. All-in-all, not a bad gathering at all, especially considering that one of my insecurity complexes is hanging around musicians (true story). It would probably be worse if a troupe of Cirque du Soleil performers were blowing lines off my kitchen counter--- those people are gorgeous and probably listen to cheesier music....

You might notice me wearing my cool hat that I bought in Crete years ago, on a blissful sun-drenched Mediterranean escape with Craig. I look pretty good. What, me worry?

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Here is a great grafitto from a highly-American section of Jerusalem. ("grafitti" is plural, don't ya know?)