finally, a nice evening, am drunk now from beer at cecil’s. sat in the crispy cold at the rickety picnickety tables with kyle and ryan and rob, talked indie rock which is so nice and comfy. paul simon was twice on the jukebox (i know what i know, ’cause i’ve got diamonds on the soles of my shoes). g. love was three times. rob and i had militant and belligerent drunken discussions about writing while ryan and kyle looked for girls. i think, in the process of trying to uplift rob, i uplifted myself. we’re too sexy for our shirts, me and rob. so sexy it hurts.

some things are still sad. it’s a thing that i keep in the back of my head…