When I’m feeling better, I’ll come back with a fury. It is, after all, my birthday month and I’ve got some things to let out. Life of the mind and seeing people sometimes. That’s the thing. Life in the world and its particulars. I try to make peace with “no one owes me anything.” At the club I am let loose and dance savage. What’s with him? Do you know him? Yeah, my friend says – his thing is, he’s from the east coast. Something like that. Two large men move in close to what, pummel me? Scratch that idea… I suppose I’m ready for some more world, at least tomorrow. Let me sleep for a bit.
