you were a very nice home.

it rained a bunch today. it reminded me of that falling apart back patio house at 12th and pine. walking to get our favorite breakfast at the end of the block and across the street. i sit down, you fill up the cups. they play the pogues too early and drink too fast. i arrange the bulletin board. it makes me feel useful. One PM, ill walk to Bauhaus for coffee. I like sitting outside. everyone i know will walk by at some point. i make some jokes. everyone laughs. zac and i talk about some stuff. its nice. i fall in love with 10 dogs that walk by. my favorite is named speck, he is a motorcylist, the dude of the dog world.

its not so much you that i miss as much as i miss the routine. and the phantom mountain.

it was my home.
you were a nice home.

awesome summer.

tigermilk.

heart caves

arthur lee

arthur russell

that beat happening box set

two headed boy

smokey robinson
mr. scott walker

tabula rasa

jackson 5

alice coltrane

light green leaves
marianne f.

every ethiopiques volume from the sp library
our man, leonard c. on the edge of a bed.

frankie lymon

the shangri las

dancing in wooden shoes in the kitchen. dancing on walls. we had a good time.

I had a job at the film fest, paid under the table. pretty much, i just ate blueberries for free and that man who was the fly tried to teach me how to make a martini. everyday. i never learned. no really, it was that dude from the fly.

i had like, 7 bikes. what the heck happened to all those bikes?