I just got back from the club where I bartend part-time. The Temple of the Dog cover band playing tonight was not very good. They did a twenty-seven minute version of Say Hello to Heaven that was the musical equivalent of clubbing a baby seal to death.

I ran into Mitchell at the club. He did not look happy.

Mitchell found out today that he and his roommates (who are also his bandmates) are getting evicted from their apartment complex for running a floating crap game, distributing communist literature, and making moonshine in their basement.

I guess Mitchell had to move out this morning. He told me that he had already planned to move out at the end of next month and that his new place would let him move in early. But it didn’t take long for his new place to kick him out. They did it this afternoon. The new place cited some bylaws against animals larger than dogs or something as the reason.

Mitchell said the "real reason" was strictly political and that a bunch of racists ran the new place. I reminded Mitchell that he's white and “The Man” isn't after him. I told Mitchell that, like me, he was “the Man,” and we were the reason there was no money in the ghetto.

Mitchell told me to "Damn the Man" and ordered a rum and Coke.

Mitchell has moved into a storage garage at one of those all-night U-Store/U-Lock places. I told him he was welcome to crash at my place, and he told me that the garage was pretty nice. He also said he couldn't stay with me because the parking in front of my building sucks.

I told him I needed to move, and he informed me that the storage garage two doors over from his was open and available.

I haven't tried to buy toilet paper since the last time I went to the supermarket and saw that the girl who works the checkout line was not there.

I have been using paper towels since, but I am starting to run low.

3:57 a.m. - Tuesday