Djerassi – Day 6

Another day in the hills. So far being here has inspired me to shower less, eat more fruits and vegetables, and work on a beard. The great outdoors has a tendency to help you forget everything outside of your immediate setting and place in time, with the exception of dreaming.

Last night I dreamt that I was running cocaine for Rodney Dangerfield. The FBI caught up with me and somehow I managed to escape and ended up in some sort of old-persons home. Oddly enough, this wasn’t the first Dangerfield dream I’ve had. In the last one, he stole my fax machine. What is that supposed to represent… I’m not going to even try figuring that out.

I would really love your input on what I should be doing with my time up here. What would you do up here? There’s lush green hills, trees, sticks, dirt, deer, Neil Young.

I’ve thought of digging a great big hole and burying my RV. I’ve also considered building a network of cardboard tunnels up and down the hillsides, but the rain foiled that plan.

It has been suggested that I summon the one and only Dj assi,

But for some reason, I don’t think that’s a good idea.

I forgot to mention that I have unlimited access to a black polyester suit and black easy-spirit dress shoes. Maybe that will sway you.