Danced till 1am, even though I have to get up early and be a mom, at a mexican bar downtown to a dj spinning punk on vinyl. It might have been the first time i ever danced in a club to Spanish Bombs by the Clash, oh my corazon. I thought of Giorgio and the Greendoor, I thought of Nick Alexander, I thought of Bowie and Lemmy (because the Lemmy Bowie tribute party was too crowded, so we skipped it and went to this place). I even thought of my mother in law, Loc. I know that there is alot of death going around for eveyone right now, I am feeling hard hit. Feeling, Mourning, Celebrating, Trying. Peace.