we were at the eagle a week ago. the night was called screw. how excited everybody was with their dollar bills but more often i tucked myself back towards the end of the night.
the following day the three of us had coffee at john's apartment in silverlake.
has it been a week already? as if i've been able to push back all recent events with my daily coffee trips because that's what my days consist of now. i wake up rather late and contemplate lunch which always turns out to be very light and accompanied by coffee and cigarettes.