Woke up feeling stuck. Some edges were grimy. Made bad moves and was paying for them. . . . counting counting counting, holding holding biting biting biting the tip of the pen. Later on, a caramel mocha. Paid for that too . . .
Do these two boys wanna rob me on the Metro? Are you just pretending to look out the window to lean close! I work my ass off to buy my shit. I deal with adult diapers sometimes. You are not going to take the fantastic things I paid for with that money, my money.
Spoke with an Airborne Ranger for three hours about shame and race and what's raw and watched Trainspotting a little bit.
Met a Betty in an old theater. The kind where many things have happened and people have been swung this way and that, emotionally. She thought I could possibly be under 21. 'Hun, I turn 30 next month!' She is 40, looks 25.
Hit the freeway just in time to watch the Disneyland fireworks.
Almost fell in the shower.
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