4.21.2002

we fell asleep last night to the fumes of spray paint. one nice and fulfilling evening of debauchery. go check for our signs of hootnanny in color on walls and poles and abandoned garbage cans. we sprayed the skull. first the colors of the tagging and then the swirling lights of the city and then the flashing commercialized grocery store we clamber inside for ice cream. loud and lively bunch we are.
emily and i met for lunch at schlotzsky's, alive and bustling with the after church crowd. it's the future and it lies there before us. but for now, we enjoy sitting at a carved in picnic table, flaking red paint. and above us not only sky but the stretching limbs of an ancient tree with dark moist bark and green leavy canopy.