LAST NIGHT:
santa cruz at three in the morning, surrounded by the only people I can love, sitting in a rich guy's house looking through his fetish photos and a hooker's address book. the moon, being almost full had funny effects on us all and since there were about a thousand records and like ten CDs to choose from, we were all half-crazy.
THIS MORNING: shaking ourselves off and preparing for the next train ride.
and how are you, really?
y.v.
santa cruz at three in the morning, surrounded by the only people I can love, sitting in a rich guy's house looking through his fetish photos and a hooker's address book. the moon, being almost full had funny effects on us all and since there were about a thousand records and like ten CDs to choose from, we were all half-crazy.
THIS MORNING: shaking ourselves off and preparing for the next train ride.
and how are you, really?
y.v.
VIEW 8 of 8 COMMENTS
your journal is strangely musical.... if I could write music, well, let's just say, "if I could write music..."
-trucker