i need to stop doing this whole staying-up-till-two thing. it's not doing me any good.



not much has been happening. car is still dead, etc. i'm reading Tropic of Cancer. on nancy's request. it's not too bad, i'm enjoying it.



found some old writing i'd done, it was stacked and stapled neatly on top of my speaker, along with the un-sorted rekkids. it's mostly mediocre with the odd moment of breath-taking genius. but mostly mediocre.



finally getting into surf guitar. learned a couple of songs, "wipeout" (of course!) and "miserlou." dick dale rocks so much...



guilt disappears in a haze of pot smoke.



love & flow.