Memoirs from 2009
Earlier in the day, a homeless man had called me an 'asshole' for not wanting to buy one of his newspapers. This was to be my penance.
On Sunday I walked to a tailor for a fitting. On the way, I past a man, hiding in a bush, preaching at the top of his lungs.
On the way to The Book Loft, they were stopped by a friendly poet. He asked them if they were in love to which they replied, “Yes.”
It happened at 4 AM. She screamed and fell into the hallway.
They lay together in a storm. "Where's the thunder and lightning?" she asked.
On the red-eye to Detroit we flew over an electrical storm. Sheet lightning danced for an hour as the tired passengers around me slept.
“I don’t think I’ll come to the party,” I said to Andrew, “I’m feeling pretty tired.” In truth, I really just wanted to watch Howl’s Moving Castle. Andrew left for the party soon after. I turned out the lights, walked upstairs, and undressed.
Someone somewhere in the world just made a delicious chili and I can't stop thinking about it. #mmm
4 days ago from web
Currently, I'm relaxing in an unbuttoned shirt and listening to Paul Simon – You Can Call Me Al