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2:30 am, Adams Morgan DC.
Leaving the 7-11 after getting a gatorade (fluids!!!)

Put 26 cents in the hand of the bummy, toothless woman who I'd said, "Maybe some change on the way out," couldn't understand what she said after that...

And then as I was walking to my car after giving her the change I understood it as she said it again:
wanna handjob or something, boy (pronounced in DC/Southern accent "bow-eh").



then I realized that I had actually touched her hand as I'd given her the money, and though about whether anyone had taken her up on her offer. YECH! Nice and surreal, good to be home, hehehe...

so yeah, you know who you are, and so do you...yeah right.

so I got up and took some echinnacea and made it out of the house to Tryst where I was received with, "Welcome back rock star!) and all this shit. Funny after doing this so long I don't feel it, but I realized that the folks there have only gotten to know me after the 2 months away w/RFTC and since then I've only gone out for no more than 2 weeks. I guess 17 days is a while.

Lentil soup. Hot fucking damn! And 3000mg C, 1 Multi, 1 Aleve (my shoulders ache when I get a cold, sux) for dessert. YUM!!! But then I was high all day after that.

Drive to Arlington w/housemate to then cut some time outta my Metro ride to my folks' that evening. Focused soully on 14 printed-page email I just got containing grin and feeling butterflies in stomach, shoeing them away a little -- they're just excited and didn't really understand that it was 14 pages cause the formatting got weird. But I was smiling.

Wandered around my old home town which is starting to look like Boise or fucking anywhere, but at the same time I tried to look at it like some newer shops in like Zurich or something. Let it become modern? No, this US version sux, but they were playing De La Soul in the outdoor speakers near the Apple store. And, yeah, Apple store. I dunno. I'm hoping our friend who seems to own her rad block of Wilson Blvd. holds out forever because her hardware store and 3 restaurants are RAD and unique. Didn't buy an Airport card. Bought a nice meal.

Wandered over to where my friend/lil' crush works and she made me 2 mojitos. I got a little drunk. Just a little. Had some time to kill before hitting the metro. Read more. Smashed against bodies, commuters.

Out, bright. Spaced out. Fall. Metro. Parking lot. Kiss and Ride. Chaos. Dad. Suburbs. Traffic. Politics. Fuck Bush. Home. Doggies!!! BILLS! Mail. ProTools. Doggies. Cuties. Little Shits! Food. My car. Tire pressure. Gas. Heat. Defrost. Tower. No Justin Timberlake on vinyl. Kool Keith on vinyl. MORE KOOL KEITH! GnR on SALE! Happy.

Galaxy Hut. Coke. Coffee. Alone. Leave me alone. Writing. Girls. Boys. Good DJ. Coffee. Camel Lights. Lame dudes. Lame girls. Spacing out. Old friend. Old conversation. Spacing out, speeding up. Your Mom's In My Business. How Many MCs Must Get Dissed. Other friend came in, back from tour also. Catch up. Smoke up. Records. Lots. Jamaican records. Coltrane. Go home. Bad radio. Talk radio. No radio.

Rock creek park. Peaceful, green. Smooth.
I'm parched. Adams Morgan 2:30am. Toothless begging woman. Unintelligable. Gatorade. Change. Hand, hard. Surprise. Home.

Goodnight.