There have been no entries because there have been no stories. I now sit on couches and fall asleep listening to Deep Purple and Alice Cooper records. I have no money and am too lazy to leave Brooklyn. I work, I sleep, I watch 70s road movies, and that's about it.
I'm sunburnt. We just pulled into Sacramento to crash for the night with one of the Leftover Crack dudes. Tomorrow we go down to LA. I climbed the most amazing tree in Seattle and bruised up my legs on the 4th of July. Last night was Portland and the Bellmer Dolls were lurking round town on account of having played the same venue the night
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Summer is here. Slip and slide party last night, but I got there too late. Hippy punks danced on the rooftop. We went to another rooftop and sang country songs until the sun came up
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I write semi-confessional notes to a friend of mine who writes them back. I should copy and paste them. When friendship exist primarily in writing it sometimes seems more like a journal than a conversation. That's what this friend said and I agreed
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