boo hoo you with the paper hat
Well today I went back to work. I met some interesting new folks. I fucked some things up. Probably made some folks say what a strange person. I got some more speeches about get the fuck the film business while you still can. Which is always good. But whatever I’ll find out for myself. There was a film run tonight but I didn’t do it, Jeff did it. I don’t mind doing it. Last week I did two nights in a row because I was told that I am trusted, which is a good thing. So after I got off the train I made a few calls to various people. I got to the apartment and then walked a dog. I got back from walking the pup and then when to use the rain bath. One can think a lot of strange thoughts in there. An example would be like should I do that graphic novel gig for that magazine in Boston eventhough the material is controversial. An other emample is like when will I stop living from check to check and have steady work and buy things and if I (ever) go out on dates and not be poor and can afford to actually go out on a date like a gentleman. I don’t think that sentence made sense but fuck it you know what I mean. So, as I sit here and listen to some Neil Young and write this I will depart to sleep land and dream of better times in the land of miss forgotten youth…