Dated January 25, 1959
I'm not sure where I am. I've recently re-joined with Miles, and we're getting along better. We had a rough night last night. One of the bass players had a monkey on the stage, and he kept trying to take my sax! I fought with that sucker, and he broke my reed! I had to grab another out of my pocket. Damn monkey.
I wake up alone. This is not my home. Oh, nice. Those sound like great lyrics for a new song. Tonight we have another gig. But I can't find my sax to practice. And my throat is tight. I need water.
I get up off the couch and there's Miles. He has another lady with him. As usual, she looks like a Barbie, with her perfect figure. I shake the sleep from my head, still not knowing where I am.
I'm alone, in the unknown. Far away from home. Wow. Those sound like great lyrics too. Time to unwind, Find the time, Make me kind, I feel blind.
Miles is waking up. Barbie is still passed out. I ask Miles where my sax is. He tells me the monkey stole it in the night.