It's the second day of the New Year, and I'm sitting up in bed in an old shirt, drinking parsley tea, remembering two nights ago at midnight. A group of us were down at the beach flying Chinese …
Thugs Against Drugs and other Celebratory Things
So yesterday there I am at the Santa Monica Urth Cafe sitting by the window munching my way through the finest Half-Sized Fruit Plate ever - oh good grief those mangoes - and working on my …
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I Heart Bukowski
Just spent two hours in a cafe on Windward reading Bukowski and writing a poem about reading Bukowski. The picture above is from yesterday, when I wasn't feeling so Bukowski. …