noel made me come over and get all my journals he’s been babysitting for a couple years, he even made notes on several hundred pages, what they mean i do not know, there’s all these green stickies sticking out all over the place. i don’t want to give away the idea he/we have in mind for them. anyway i was a bit paranoid bringing them home from his place all by myself i had this picture in my head of a gang of dudes jumping me for my journals? my stupid embarrassing life’s work. there’s maybe 15 of them, 20 perhaps. everyone was reading them last nite too, that was embarrassing though yes i DO enjoy the subject being me it got to be a bit much after awhile (that’s when i was doing a lot of coke, that’s when i was on dxm, that’s, when i was alone in a bar killing time before going to work yes at midnite i was an online “model” etc) so elizabeth and i left so noel could get back to working on his “art” and so on.
before that we went to hurricanes to drink scotch and make fun of people.
