Visiting the Alamo in San Antonio today. I wanted to blend with the locals, so I purchased a Dan'l Boone hat and wore my Sin 13 T-shirt. Unfortunately, I am still somehow identified as a stranger in this strange land.

It is a strange place, the Alamo. First of all, it is small. Very small. Maybe human beings were tinier a few hundred years ago, like mini-Texans. Second, there are Koi at the Alamo. Koi are Japanese ornamental carp. There are Koi in the small moat around the Alamo. Why? Are these man-eating (or, at least, ill-tempered) guard fish, so that when intruders attempting to invade the fort stumble into the moat they are bitten (or sucked, since Koi have no teeth) to death? Why Koi? Why not good ol' American electric catfish? I fear I will never find the answer.

My t-shirt, purchased at the club last nite, was the last one hanging on the wall. It was probably hanging there for months. Which is why, now that I am wearing it, it smells like I am still sitting in the middle of the club. Strange mix of cigarette smoke, musty air, and faint raspy scents of alcohol and loud music. Somehow very comforting.

I must go now. I have to find the basement in the Alamo. I pray I find it in time...