Theres a rose in a fisted glove
A couple weeks ago Mickey and I went to an anti-war art gallery in Detroit. We walked through Grand Circus Park where two guys were trying to get marijuana legalized. We sat by a fountain then by a church with gold doors. We returned to my car in front of the synagogue ( I think it is still open) where we sat down on the sidewalk and ate brownies that I made. It was great. Now Mickey is at art school where she is trying to develop a new and exciting accent.....unbelievable. Katie and I are going to a poetry slam downtown where we will read our erotic poetry. That shall be an overcoming experiance. My mom and I went to Ann Arbor today where I got new shoes because my other ones have holes in them. Ann Arbor was filled with a bunch of white 16 year olds with kool-aid smiles so I kind of wanted to leave. I half-expected Tori Spelling to come walking down the street. I have to call Sabrina to see if she is still in the neighborhood. My friends are scattering around like fall leaves. Saw some fireworks on my walk. And Im done.