boynamedsue

I painted the best painting of my life yesterday. I wish I had a digital camera to send the pictures to my friends with artistic ability.

i leave tomorrow for pismo beach. I need to find a job, I need a new place to leave, I need to remember the last line of the poem I was going to write last night and never did....something like...fuck!....I did right this poem and I will share it because Kymm and Matt both enjoy Richard Brautigan, who happens to be my favorite writers....

The Man in San Francisco

His poems
where like prayers
chanted in
the voice of Stephen Hawkins.

Oh jesus, "little house on the praire" is still on TV!

Stayed up all night because a flying blood sucker was attacking me. Got my left side of the face, five times, the little fucker.

Now I am tired and want to taste blood. My shoulders swell. I want to headbutt something.

But besides that, how are you?