Order second glass. Pay extravagantly.
Mistake number 2 (the night before) is asking for the
premium unfiltered. Not sweet enough.
Busy tonight. The waiter and waitress whistling in the wind
they stir up as they glide past each other. Some Cajun tune,
I’m guessing.
Depressed! Had sex twice yesterday after jazz at
Shanghai 1930s. Not happy about that.
Silly me, I just don’t know what to do
to make things better.
Letter from Bill with Philip Whalen poem. Poem for Whalen.
And letter from Diane (piano music overhead). Big
dumbbell ding on bottom of iPhone
from throwing iPhone at dumbbell.
