Today, I got myself a $1.25 tofu bahn-mi sandwich at Saigon Deli and made my way from Little Vietnam all the way to Renton via the I-90 floating bridge and along the east shore of Lake Washington, on my trusty one-brake Trek bicycle. The journey was a pilgrimage to the Jimi Hendrix Memorial, where the decaying body of demigod Hendrix lies under a marble gazebo:

It is the family plot of Hendrix clan. His father Al Hendrix (and Al's wife Ayako), his grandmother Nora, and Gracie Hendrix (presumably a sister ?) are also buried there.
So I smoked a cigarette, paid my respects, and attempted to make my way back toward Lake Washington and the long (16 mi) bike ride home to Capitol Hill. I soon discovered that the entire shore of the Lake along Renton is private Boeing property and so I had to circumnavigate its expansive grounds (after a brusk conversation with a dyke security guard). My plans of completing my pilgrimage via bicycle were further thwarted when my rear tire popped and I was forced to take the bus instead.

Beware of Francesco Scherillo. He lurks around here.

Went hiking/camping up near Bellingham, off of Chuckanut Drive (view from which is above). The Northwest is a wondrous land indeed.

I went in search of Willatuk today. I rode my bike from Leschi to Medina, via the floating bridge and Mercer Island, scanning the surface of Lake Washington for signs of this monster. But Willatuk must've escaped via the underwater tunnels beneath Seattle and headed for the Sound. Someday, I will get the bastard.

I think that I might have opened a bookstore in Japan. I am not sure, but my suitcase is full of seaweed candy and I seem to remember winning a karaoke competition in Osaka.