Nice night last night tooling around Manhattan with Baron von Philadelphia. Outside of a head shop on Christopher Street was a guy with an enormous metal phallus that shot flames out the end. I'd love to have one of those. ("Need a light?") I was very much without a costume. So I took my chain wallet out of my left pocket and put it in my right pocket: I went out for Hallowe'en as a bottom. Baron was keen on dissecting my relationship and the termination thereof with Special Guy. I indulged some of that. But, I explained, ultimately I've come to follow the credo of my stoner buddies: It's all good! As in, you live, you learn, life is short, so enjoy it. Special Guy dumped you? Yeah, but it's all good.