Suicide in B Flat

Last night, Angela and I went to see her friend Alana in a performance of a Sam Shepard play called Suicide in B Flat. Other than the hectic cross town drive to get to Silverlake, I had a great time all around. Angela was even kind (and eager) enough to follow me back to my neck of the woods and have a Flaming Virgin with me at the Twin Dragon. I don't know how much alcohol is in that drink, but it has to be something lethal. And I'm suspicious that it wasn't rum at all but gasoline. I'm feeling it even now. It's no fun when you have to pay for it later.