I feel great.
It took a walk through a cemetery to realize that I'm alive.
Of course, having the sun close by encouraged this sensation of existing.
A sunny day came into my life again as if it were a child-hood friend, who knocked on my door and asked me if I wanted to come out and play. I’m no longer eight years old, but the sun still shines as brightly.
A few weekends ago I purchased "Howl and other Poems" on vinyl.
It is now one of my prized possesions.
The gentleman I bought it from told the same story everyone tells about having a guy friend who Allen kissed.
If only I had a Ginsberg story.
I've got to stop living in the goddamn past.