Walked to MokaBe’s and read Drugstore Cowboy and listened to Iggy Pop while eavesdropping on their Black History triva night.
Went to South City Diner and read a book on Chinese medicine. A waitress asked if it was a book on dance.
I walked home as it snowed, listening to Damien Rice.
In spite of not having a car, in spite of having sore knees and an aching back from being up until five AM moving my sister out of her house the night before…
Life can be really beatiful in really simple ways.
i really needed to read that. thank you.
When were you in the South City Diner? I was in there at about 1 AM.
1 AM on the dot. Weird. Last night was a good night for near misses of LJ folks.
I should probably tell you that I’ve been stalking you. Sorry about that.