mexican revolution day
2004-11-20 ~ 4:20 a.m.

music is loud for 4 am.

had a headache and random visitors earlier. was good to see my favorite boy and his baby girl. she is so tall and is making grown-up faces. unbelievable. way to go man.

since he surprised me in my pajamas at 6 pm, it was due time to change in to clothes later.

then stuff to do. a table to make. and some cleaning to do.

and bleach smells good. it smells strange when combined with ammonia and spray paint, but the headache from earlier went away. and beer after any project is good. i'd caulk the kitchen for beer. that's all i'm saying.

talked to my crazy character friends tonight. drinking tequila and visiting. too bad about the concert though, truly. it is way past my turn to see her live.

i am thinking about what i would be doing in another here. i would be there, you see...in that little room with the bed that was never mine and pillows and ruffled things i still hate...

backing up slowly down the driveway to drive...at night. night driving. i did that tonight, in this here. i can rarely do that. once it gets past the witching hour the highway breaks my soul. but tonight i did it.
just as i would do it in the other here, there. drive...night. fog. fog rolls out of the woods and fills the pasture.

drive. anywhere. somewhere. cemetary, channel tap...as far as 21 before you have to turn back...

headstones and dirt roads and bare-footed kids and ford f350's and satellite dishes and black churches.

i cry in my sleep when i am there.

i can breathe when i am there.

happy mexican revolution day, retseh. and birthday too!!

that's right.

adios.

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