Sitting on the Dock of the Bay

One more three-nights-one-matinee weekend behind us. Today I projected less wrath, more compassion. Evan (young Pan) complimented me on the choice. I had to smile at getting praised for my Jesus by a sincere young man wearing horns and goat legs. You just can't judge by appearances. Afterward I went out with another actor and ended up at the marina listening to an impromptu drum solo. When I got up this morning I had no idea I'd find myself outdoors at the water's edge on a beautiful summer night, intoxicated with the rhythms of a topless beauty at one with her djembe. What would Pan do?