January 02, 2006
There Is A Place Past The Blues I Never Want To See Again
On New Years Day , when I was handed a glass of ice water with heart shaped cubes I squeezed an orange slice into it and looked down and it made heart number four. Accident or omen? I go with omen.
We had our 5th annual New Years breakfast. It's the only day of the year when all the old bros are together and it is always great. New resolutions. Broken resolutions. Former friends bury the hatchet and become friends again , if only for the day. I walked in and Andrew and Anna presented me with this-
Indeed! I am 32 and covered in beard! What part of my personality screams out "I want puppets and dolls and weeble wobbles!". I mean , I do want them , but how does everyone know?
Later , after more food and talking and movies I drove home in the rain ,[which is ruling the city] , and read some Nan Goldin and bell hooks. I believe both of them. I am living right inbetween them , and I like it here.
