Even Mutants Get The Blues

We played the House of Blues and it finally dawned on me that this was actually a half baked goal, like in Memphis I wanted to play Beale Street, and at least one time, BB King's club.  And I did.  BB's club is kind of less fun than expected.  But I can say I did it.

Early in my San Diego experience a woman named Lynn had nephew who was playing HOB and I thought that was impressive.  Now I've done it a couple of times.  It is a good place.  I certainly like it better than BB's.  Far more real.

It is just one of the threads to prevent me from giving in to fear, depression, and worse.  So much needs doing but apparently due to the mutation in my cell manufacturing control system, I am good for about ten minutes unless the temperature is well under sixty deg. F.  Even then muscle fatigue is quick.  With finesse, I can plod through once I get rolling.

Lately, in this heat, getting rolling is tough. Two minutes and overheated.  And my car is acting up too. Dammit.  You have no idea how tedious it is trying to maintain rather than go off into the wilderness in some misguided tour born of delirium and angst.

But, I am a bona fide badass, so I will show them.  And they'll be sorry they ever tried to ruin my life.  Well, they did ruin my life.  If I'd have had better sense, I would not have allowed it.  And it is not quite over.  I often wonder how this stupid medical bs will play out. I do not think it a good idea to totally walk away from it.  But geez, it dominates all. I must change that.

Bunch of women had nice things to say to me after our last House of Blues appearance.  I love it when that happens.  The kind attention of women cannot be replaced with anything else to equal effect.  And you can take that to the bank. In my book!