It's 4:01 am, and I'm wide awake. This is the second night in a row that I've slept before midnight and haven't meant to. And I just woke up 20 minutes ago, at 3:42 a.m. Uh . . . Why? No se. Good morning.
I'm in LA in Alane's wonderful studio apartment in downtown. Art walk was just last night around the block, and I didn't even drink any coffee, contemplating eating that leftover hamburger and sweet potato french fries that we left on the counter. Spent hours in the ghetto garment district, with the trannies and Asian prostitutes, buying floor cushions, and sending pictures of material after material on my phone to Emily. And I wish I lived a more creative lifestyle, that was resourceful and Bohemian, unconventional, and friendlier to the environment. Living in the city seems magical and horrible at the same time, and certainly expensive.
School is starting sooner than I realize. I'm going to miss Chris.
I will post pictures soon.
1 comment:
i miss chris too. and those trannies are crazy eh?
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