09-29-02 - 7:36 a.m.
driving practice. berries and i wound up in morro bay, in a smelly cocktail lounge with a spectacular view of the sunset behind the rock. berries asked the aging lounge lizard singer/guitar player for a neil diamond tune. he responded with a decently cheesy rendition of solitary man, and while he sang, berries picked at her salad. cherry tomatoes kept rolling from her plate, off the table, across the carpet to his feet. he found this terribly amusing. she tipped him a dollar when we left.