The first night we arrived in P.C. I was too tired to go out and got the stick-in-the-mud, bitch, line of abuse from Larry, but we wound up taping cerebral discussions about Truth and Trust and Homosexuality?

The next day was spent on the beach. All day in and out of the incredible, clear, water. Florida might as well be another planet to me. White sand, exactly like walking through flour. With the dried sea grapes that the locals were actually complaining about, the beaches looked a lot like the white squared chocolated chip cookies my grandma used to keep in the jar at her house. The water is as clear as tap water, and warm, like an old bath.

We met people in some of the shops on the strip. Arietta, from France who has lived in Florida 33 years and still has a strong enough accent to be nearly uncomprehensible. She works in a slow liquor store with a high powered A/C.

Surfer Joe, owns his own sort of Surf Shop. He's about 50 now, but he's a pretty hip guy, even if there is virtually no use for a surf board in Florida.

Airbrushing is completely out of hand in Panama City. Every shop has an airbrush artist. Every shop! Every single one. Larry and I got airbrushed shirts at a 76 gas station with the card.

-Batman has taken over the United States. There has been Batman paraphenalia from California to Florida by ridiculous proportions, Batman T-shirts, Hats, you name it, the Batman symbol is more prevailent than the American flag and it is almost the 4th of July! All hype at the current film starring Kim Bassinger, Jack Nicholson and Micheal Keaton, which I have not seen yet. But, my girlfriend, Blaire, has seen it back in California and says it's mediocre except for Nicholson, of course. -

There is so much ground to cover from the past week, so many adventures, encounters, revelations I will try and sum it up in a quick, poetic brief so that I can get back to the present.

-We're stopping at a rest stop off I-10 first, it is 3:00 o'clock.-

New Orleans - The Wagners, Intellectual, inspirational conversation in a beautiful, air conditioned castle. Good food, Steak Brisquet, Good wine, from Napa, good beer, Caribe, good saki from Japan, good martinis of Absolut Vodka, great hospitality and terrific speeches by Mike Wagner, our friend John's father, who spoke of dreams and destiny and dedication and gave me great inspiration.

Bourbon St. and the stripper from Big Daddy's, Anita, a 31 yr. old contortionist with a heart of gold. Angelo, the huge black bouncer, 6-9, 350 pounds, singing "bang a gong," in his bar. The suited dancer. Brian Lee, the blind blues guitarist with the long, white goat.

Never sleeping, the bars stay open according to business and every bar has a band.

Buddhist TV, from Tennessee.

Drinking and driving to Panama City. Getting thrown out of La Vale, a club where we paid a $7 cover. Pleading our case and getting on the guest list for the next night.

Sabrina, the girl who thought Another Roadside Attraction, was "weird" after we required her to read some of it.

Didn't make La Vale, we brought the party to us last night drinking and smoking on the beach with Kenny and Lee and Christie and Sean from Jonesboro, Georgia. Then Jackie and Cyndee came by, distressed by having been called "grandma" by some of the younger Hetians that had been dominating the streets of P.C. We partied. David and David, a couple of cool, local guys stopped by. Some other idiots.

We wound up staying with Jackie and Cyndee after a brief discussion of trust, you know, why should we trust you. We produced I.D. and told them our philosophies - What goes around comes around - Do Unto Others As You Would Have Them Do Unto You - "It's just easier to trust us than to worry a whole lot."

In the end - "Ya'll are very entertaining and a lot of fun." We ate their shrimp and peaches, took pictures, played tapes and now we're listening to AC/DC chanting about how big their balls are.