December 12, 1999.

starting with too much mexican food before candles beer hysterical laughter chinese/english one act plays made from maoist propaganda gossip webs longdistance reassurance of wedding plans and my shiny booted feet up against the wall while calling the wrong name before a hunter s. thompson bit the smoke blown from indignant lungs during demands for the bit with the garter and a promise to gain every pound lost.

Spent a good chunk of last night in Sven's smoky room with St. Jack, St. Stephen, St. Pete, Paris, Agamemnon (via phone) & the Boy. It was blissful.

"people do this all the time."
"not me!!"

- the preacher demanding that i settle down