Sur for a deck breakfast with a heater
lamp for ultimate comfort. Earlier
I marked the stroke of midnight with
a rush of faces and started reading
Kathy Acker for the first time (My
Mother: Demonology). Everyone
decides to go shopping, so it’s
very peaceful. A feisty jay keeps
flying in to pick up sugar packets
and carrying them off into the
trees. Everyone I saw last night
was bored, sad, boring, and had
taken a hit of ecstasy. Looking
into the mirror to reflect, I am
so happy with myself. I think
about extra money and new
ways of looking at life.
