Drugs,
Sex, and Rock & Roll
Dim sum at Lychee Garden.
Then I dragged Otto out to
finally shop for some new clothes.
Picked
up jeans, t-shirt, underwear,
shoes,
then went dancing, supposedly.
Next-to-the-last-time
at Mezzanine.
Arguing
with myself during the walk
home. Well, forget that. Rain on
Sunday. Talked with Fred. Hung
out a
bit with Yuki. Worked
plenty
on the new issue of
the
magazine. It’s looking
good, I
think. I flew home.
Sleep. No, first Otto recited
various
tidbits in study prep
for his
Art History midterm.
Then
sleep. Then, here it is,
Monday. I’m writing some-
thing
so ugly that it includes
“war in
Yugoslavia.” My
new
guilty pleasure is
reading
poetry
by James Tate.
