I've only now recovered from a night of excessive drinking, tequila to whiskey to rum to beer to vodka. My body is still cursing me. Time is speeding up. I knew it would.
Happy genuine day of birth to Terry.
I had a silly dream in my drunker slumber.
I was at a house in the country speaking to Soyeon on the phone. She was actually sitting next to me on the couch but then these people broke into the house and Soyeon was on the phone somewhere else. I told her "Call the police, call the police" I was pretty sure that the people wanted to burn me alive and eat me or something.
One guy grabbed my hands and crossed them over each other. He said don't move. I asked him if I could at least have some kind of drug to ease my suffering. He gave me a rufenol. Then he started caress my genitals through my clothes and saying, look at her hair it's so dark and soft. He found the place where my vagina opens so I asked him, why don't just you fuck me? He said ok and started, this was a pleasurable experience for me. I felt a distinct separation between my mind and body but at the same time they were together. I could hear my self making sounds but it was as if they were coming from somewhere else. The guy came in three thrust.
Turns out that the people were just a group of nomads who travel around. I think I could have joined them if I'd wanted.

I went to Keith and John's to talk about this moving stuff. They were working on some video stuff that they're setting up at a show Wednesday night. It's at Mcgarrets. These guys we know are playing, nice, talented guys. They play instrumental stuff, personally I like lyrics and Ben(player) does to but the other guys just don't like his singing but fuck it I'm going. Yawl should come on out.

It looks like I'm moving in with Keith and John in a week or so, good lord!

The drive back from Georgia was crazy, the party I encountered at 1 in the morning was even more crazy. Poor Mike, I felt so bad for him when he was trying to pass out and we were singing happy birthday and taking pictures. I was comatose quickly after my first drink and smoke. It was a wild party, so many dancers. I wonder where all those people came from?

I was in Owego, NY at the experimental Television Center when I turned 21. Pam Hawkins made me a screwdriver and then I walked down to the gas station with my buddy Al Mill and bought us a 6pack of Heineken.
We were sitting on the street drinking when I encountered my first Yankee redneck. He was a tall, skinny and friendly fellow. He told us to watch out for the cops. Al Mill was afraid the Y RN was after me but I just knew he was a nice guy ... and he was. If only my character perceptions were always correct.

While going threw a bag of my sister's hammy downs we found a huge brazier which Kiah chose to model for us. See y'all tomorrow.

I'm going to start my drive Friday morning. I want to make it to the party so I have to drive drive and drive. I'll get there and say, I drove all the way from Georgia for this party.