I can't avoid it.
I've put a lot of effort into forgetting things, this vacation. I think some of it's working, it sounds ridiculous - "I know I've forgotten this and this and this.." But it's more like I've lost the right feelings for different people, and in general.
Sunday night was Abbey Road, and it answered a lot of questions.. We got drunk after, on coke and rum. Rich, Tina and John slept over and they didn't get out of bed until noon, Rich slept until 2.. I had to get up at 9 and buy SAT2 prep books, go grocery shopping.. I bought a Bob Dylan album, 'New Morning'.
Spent Saturday night in the pit, after going out with my mother. I felt pretty depressed because I was still in my preppy work clothes. So when my mother left, I went to Urban Outfitters and bought an outfit for $20 and then I went to Newbury Comics and bought sunglasses that I wore all night. I wear them all the time, now.. I love the pit, it's got this tiny little like coexistance of the right people.. Everyone seems to get along pretty well, and it's sorta a sharing thing, cigarettes and alchohal, drugs.. You can always get fixed up..
But I've spent hours awake thinking about how things have turned out. Tina and Rich sleep through everything.. I thought about how long I waited, to listen to Abbey Road.. And I'm glad I did.. It's my favourite Beatles' album, right now.. Monday when I went out, I wore my Beatles shirt, and I wasn't sore. I thought it was funny that no one would know and could tell any difference.. It was like some secret that I have with myself, and even though it's a generally universal rite of passage, I feel ultra converted and different.
Anyway, Tina and Rich and I are going to make stirfry. Ho fame di lupo! ROAR.
Sunday night was Abbey Road, and it answered a lot of questions.. We got drunk after, on coke and rum. Rich, Tina and John slept over and they didn't get out of bed until noon, Rich slept until 2.. I had to get up at 9 and buy SAT2 prep books, go grocery shopping.. I bought a Bob Dylan album, 'New Morning'.
Spent Saturday night in the pit, after going out with my mother. I felt pretty depressed because I was still in my preppy work clothes. So when my mother left, I went to Urban Outfitters and bought an outfit for $20 and then I went to Newbury Comics and bought sunglasses that I wore all night. I wear them all the time, now.. I love the pit, it's got this tiny little like coexistance of the right people.. Everyone seems to get along pretty well, and it's sorta a sharing thing, cigarettes and alchohal, drugs.. You can always get fixed up..
But I've spent hours awake thinking about how things have turned out. Tina and Rich sleep through everything.. I thought about how long I waited, to listen to Abbey Road.. And I'm glad I did.. It's my favourite Beatles' album, right now.. Monday when I went out, I wore my Beatles shirt, and I wasn't sore. I thought it was funny that no one would know and could tell any difference.. It was like some secret that I have with myself, and even though it's a generally universal rite of passage, I feel ultra converted and different.
Anyway, Tina and Rich and I are going to make stirfry. Ho fame di lupo! ROAR.