novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- testify yesterday i heard story after story and acoustic performance after acoustic performance. david was MIA otherwise the whole day felt like a religious retreat. "you can leave at any time." "but we have free food." i overslept and missed getting a free bobblehead from the As game. didn't find out what happened to david until ten pm when i got home and threw up everything i had just eaten. jenn and i went to thrift town and bought trinkets to brighten our everyday lives. actually only i did: she just got pants. before we picked up jason she told me how she was once stalked by a supermodel. went to a beautiful house filled with people i didn't know drinking beer and talking, talking. acoustic performances ensued. even a puppet show. and then to san francisco, a five dollar burger and another quiet rock show. outside i pulled aside a nice boy and made him tell me all about hitch hiking through canada to get to the riots, about being shot at with plastic bullets and stoner cowboys who showed him pictures of horses mounting each other. and then i went home. by the way, that's a picture of my mother in the 1960s on the left. 3:09 pm - 7.29.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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