THIS Rhett Butler Will Never Die

Here is the latest addition to my "Cemetery Girl" collection.

i've been busy. not doing anything that makes much of a difference to the world. AND NOT WRITING. feast your eyes though... (click images to go to online sets) i do have a couple of short story ideas i want to play with though. one is about a man that has lost contact with his three best friends from high school. he finds them via internet research and looks them up. turns out that all three of them have become government spies over the decades since they last had seen each other. it is through the efforts of the lone man to redevelop friendships with these three that it is discovered what government secrets the other three hold. and to further find that they are working on schemes to dissolve the government of the United States. (copyright Daryl Barnett 2007) Powered by ScribeFire .

I went to the Dirk Fest show at the Great American Music Hall on Friday night and had a really good time. I got some decent photos too. I should write this post at another time because my energy is really flat and I'm bordering on a depression. I made some notes while waiting for the show to start Friday night. I'll post them later I guess. About the final realization that I had about the time I spent attending Mabuhay Gardens between 1977-79. That the music set me free but that as far as an attempt of fitting into a social movement, it failed me. I walked in alone and that last night I ever went there, I walked away alone. Friday night I felt that same aloneness. I recognized no one. No one spoke to me. I hate this quandry about my life. Wanting to be a friend/associate/member yet still, I walk the streets alone. Now, this is not entirely fair to say because Friday night before the concert I phoned my friend Rita, who lives on Bush Street in SF, about 4 blocks away from the Gr...