drift all you want

pleased. sunday night is now bad movie night, alice delcares.
this, after i thanked her for the hospitality and for saving me from another sunday night. [sarah knows what's up.] buzzed over to the oakland house about 8 pm, said hi to all the kids and hit reel video with cory to rent a couple classically bad flicks. guy kicked some ass on the kitchen front with polenta and some sort of savory, saucy, vegetable-y topping, and alice served up the "canned-food wine"- a chilled 1.5L of woodbridge. cory and i kicked it on the taffeta-covered loveseat, and alice and the girls from santa cruz budged not from the couch. guy, of course, manned the guy-chair, and all seven of us quipped our way through Xanadu. [we decided that if we had to boot a muse to make room for Kira, it would be the muse of erotic poetry, because she's boring. but what, exactly, is Kira the muse of? Rollerskating? perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.] so that was all sorts of wonderful. i look forward to coming sundays.

..buzzed onto the freeway, feeling awake alive and ready to photograph [had brought my camera, just in case.] but remembered my agreement with myself and didn't make the call. berlin soothed the nerves and i didn't want to stop driving, but there was no where to drive to but home. so now i'm here, and the images hang in limbo, hundreds of frames awaiting a new face.


there is no last dance, this time around.

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first sticker on my new car? depeche mode. black image on black tinted window. it looks cool as fuck.

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new car in foreground, old car in background.
one is black and one is blue, but through the wonders of polaroid, they appear to be the same color.
poor old pete, i miss him dearly and i think he's jealous. but he has to understand. i haven't told him yet, but nothing could ever compare to the feel of his steering wheel in my hands.

sigh. the saturn is washed and shiny and black. hopped in the drivers seat tonite with my brother to my right and turned the key- riders on the storms pumps out of the speakers and i was in love. i should call you, but i am a bad friend. say hi to the beach for me, dear.