trance
what a weekend. i'm still floating. guillermo fucking gomez-pena! what a head rush. can't believe i actually got to work with him. i gave him one of my poems and we made a toast to apocolypic poetry at brewers. emiko, his assistant, i wish lived closer than san fransico- we exchanged e-mails but i wonder if she'll write. aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh i can't believe i smoked with him in the basement. this is too much. too much. must go to bed, now. just for the record- this past weekend was the most incredible one i've had in 22 years and i'm high on his message.