In no particular order: 6.07.04

Conversation overhead after seeing R. at his reading: �What time is it again?� No response. �When are you going to Turkey?�

A split lip. What the fuck is wrong with people? When asked, �How are you?� my old work colleague used to always say, �I�m making it in the city,� but with a great, old, bluesy/high funk intonation. When R. was hunched over and spitting blood, I thought about how at certain times that�s harder than at others. Enrf. It�s hard to see pain.

Beers, pool, excellent conversation, a late night BLT, all with a mom who isn�t mine. So comfy.

Sitting with K. and realizing how a habit becomes your history and nobody had to make an effort.

More phone calls then I remember getting ever. Explaining King Crimson to A. Les cadeux, les cadeux. A little pat on my back and I thought that it�s all too true. Insidious pandas. Oh, you mean the good thing that happened!

The big mood. (RW) Yes, I�m in the big mood.