Friday Nov. 8 5:15 AM afuera
I need to blow my nose. Several fast food bags litter the floor of my car, and I searched them for napkins, but they've been there several weeks, and I guess I already used all the napkins. I'm in Los Feliz in front of Hoolia Murayez's apartment complex. The moon enchanted me this morning. It hangs due east clear and brilliant and perfectly round--but it's not a full moon-- the rising sun's glare silvering along the bottom of it like the Cheshire Cat's grin. Just above it, Venus glows brightly. I drove about two miles past Western where I meant to turn had I not been enchanted by the moon. I'm writing this on the hood of my car. Shirelle brought me some Pinks burgers last night.
Mazio just got here.
We walked across the street to the liquor store to get some Zigzags. We're staying at the Best Western in Palm Springs. We've just come from a dinner uptown at Alfredo's. On the way out here this morning, we talked about going to the Morongo casino tonight. Bob Fujikami drove. We got here fast. I called him Air Fujikami. At the Math conference, we measured gummi bears' circumference. One of my colleagues is rolling a joint. The joint has a pretty impressive circumference. The comic romance "Overboard" with Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell is on the hotel TV. The room cost ninety-eight bucks. What the fock else? I'm trippin' out slow tonight. The alarm went off at four fifteen this morning. In the news, Sinatra is on the verge of death. A former Kennedy Presidential advisor, Salinger, is going to present his evidence that the USA military was involved in the downing of TWA flight 800. The FBI calls the allegation complete bullshit. That little bit was enough for me. Bomb scares at LAX. A year in county jail. Farrakhan golfed with OJ. Not really, but they both said they were sick. The kidnapped baby had a happy meal. When I'm done I'll take off my shoes and belt and overshirt and change into my shorts. I'll finish Sieze the Day tonight. I need to figure out what's due Monday. Six people died in a wreck involving a drunk driver. I'll brush my teeth. I'll wake up around seven and walk for a half hour. Then I'll come back and shower. I'll dress and write for a while. Then we'll go eat and go to a workshop. On the way home, we'll stop at the clothing outlets. Maybe I can get some new clothes.
I need to blow my nose. Several fast food bags litter the floor of my car, and I searched them for napkins, but they've been there several weeks, and I guess I already used all the napkins. I'm in Los Feliz in front of Hoolia Murayez's apartment complex. The moon enchanted me this morning. It hangs due east clear and brilliant and perfectly round--but it's not a full moon-- the rising sun's glare silvering along the bottom of it like the Cheshire Cat's grin. Just above it, Venus glows brightly. I drove about two miles past Western where I meant to turn had I not been enchanted by the moon. I'm writing this on the hood of my car. Shirelle brought me some Pinks burgers last night.
Mazio just got here.
We walked across the street to the liquor store to get some Zigzags. We're staying at the Best Western in Palm Springs. We've just come from a dinner uptown at Alfredo's. On the way out here this morning, we talked about going to the Morongo casino tonight. Bob Fujikami drove. We got here fast. I called him Air Fujikami. At the Math conference, we measured gummi bears' circumference. One of my colleagues is rolling a joint. The joint has a pretty impressive circumference. The comic romance "Overboard" with Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell is on the hotel TV. The room cost ninety-eight bucks. What the fock else? I'm trippin' out slow tonight. The alarm went off at four fifteen this morning. In the news, Sinatra is on the verge of death. A former Kennedy Presidential advisor, Salinger, is going to present his evidence that the USA military was involved in the downing of TWA flight 800. The FBI calls the allegation complete bullshit. That little bit was enough for me. Bomb scares at LAX. A year in county jail. Farrakhan golfed with OJ. Not really, but they both said they were sick. The kidnapped baby had a happy meal. When I'm done I'll take off my shoes and belt and overshirt and change into my shorts. I'll finish Sieze the Day tonight. I need to figure out what's due Monday. Six people died in a wreck involving a drunk driver. I'll brush my teeth. I'll wake up around seven and walk for a half hour. Then I'll come back and shower. I'll dress and write for a while. Then we'll go eat and go to a workshop. On the way home, we'll stop at the clothing outlets. Maybe I can get some new clothes.
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